Thoughts on Boredom

I remember when I was younger getting bored. I would run into my closet, grab the legos and start piecing them together till they started to resemble something.

If it wasn’t legos, it was K’nex.

If it wasn’t K’nex, it was some other thing that involved some level of the imagination.

As an adult, I rarely ever truly get ‘bored’ as there’s always something real occupying my mind.

And my imaginations consist of things like all of the laundry being washed, folded and put away and all of the rooms of the house being put in order.

I’m a big believer in boredom. Boredom allows one to indulge in curiosity and out of curiosity comes everything. All the [technology] stuff is wonderful, but having nothing to do can be wonderful, too. — Steve Jobs

I think I have some wilder imaginations but even the wilder ones are tangible with some level of effort.

At least that’s how I see it. If I imagine a nice vacation or buying something, it’s just a matter of working to earn enough money to afford something and then go and get it / do it.

As a kid, money, responsibilities, and many other factors are nonexistent / factor into an imagination differnetly. The plan of getting to a destination is never there, nor is it necessary, just so long as the product of the imagination is enjoyable.

As an adult, an unrealistic imagination can be frustrating or upsetting for being so remote that one might be labeled crazy for even imagining such an outlandish thing.

There are some days that I think I could benefit from some imaginative things. Something that my younger self would imagine.

Then there are days that I use my real world imaginations as things to drive me towards getting things done even if they don’t seem that interesting.

In either case, wether the future is unknown with an undetermined path or hopeful with a viable path, it is always a nice thing to imagine what the future might hold.

Today is simply building the bridge between the future we want and the present we are in.

Good thing I enjoy building things.

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