It is my aim one day... To be very bored.
I mean to be overwhelmed. Succumb to the boredom of nothingness. Of undoingness. Of static lumpiness on some chair somewhere. Maybe in the sun. Maybe in front of a window on a drizzly day where I contemplate the speed of the water drops collecting and turning into little rivers and rivulets of precipitation and how this relates to the ebb and flow of human life, the rushing about, the joining, the separation, of our bodies and ourselves... (wait going off tangent here).
I want to be and exist. Without preconceived plans of where else to be and what else to do and what else to think.
I want to be over the hurdle, on the other side, past where all the frenetic energy is. I want to be in a slower state of activeness, yet in an enhanced state of contemplation, and understanding. I want less doing and more thinking. Less about. More here. I want to be at the there I am for. If the there will ever be here, and not there. Are we ever on the final steps. Or are we forever on the beginning rungs?
