Be better off.
Spark boredom.
To stop filling every possible gap of awkward ‘dead time.’
To unnaturally stream blinks between infinite story after story.
Addictively fed, over and over.
It’s not: ‘I have nothing to do.’
It’s that very ‘nothing’ that leads us towards ‘something to do.’
To be intentional.
To give pause.
To allow rest.
To invite both goodness and sadness.
To remember stillness.
Or the sound a long inhale.
Or a bird call.
Or to be for once, in deep thought.
The dead space between waking life.
Is a fertile ground for idea.
Or serendipitous conversation.
Or pondering of self
Or of others.
From thin air. A seed becomes stem.
But. To only be a passive consumer of “others”
Outside a fishbowl to other ideas,
other news, entertainment and content– Is to rob from our self
Stealing precious time,
Away from a loved one that looks for us.
We require slow.
The seed needs water.
To make with our two hands, our very own, creative, flourishing garden.
Aspire to be that.
Be bored enough to want exactly the conditions for that.
