Boredom
I’m not sure boredom is a real thing. Some might call it a luxury. I’d call it an invention, a marketing tool, conceived in the salons of Madison Avenue. Or maybe it’s just an innocent word, contrived by Dickens or some such author, to describe the vagaries of childhood. Now I’ve just convinced myself the opposite is true! Knowing anything can be perceived, then given a name and definition, it then becomes real to our minds and hearts. And still, my gut refuses to believe there is any truly empty or useless space within a lifetime.
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