Endlessly Still and Dynamic

Hmmm

Each day, I come sit before this screen, begin typing. I hear snippets of conversation around me, familiar and identical in parts. Names, themes, topics, concerns and trends… nearly the same every day. And I wonder, am I the only one bored? How is everyone else surviving the sheer mundaneness of this enterprise? Where does one get off?

What a bore.

As a kid, I used to get bored easily. Blame it on my Vata-dominant constitution. So I’d go complain to my Mom, I am BORED. Mummy wouldn’t bat an eyelid. Neither did she make any effort to alleviate my boredom. So I had to figure it out on my own…

So many years later, I am still doing it. Wondering about the endlessly repetitive nature of all our tasks, and how heavily invested we remain in each one of them.