Boredom

When I was a child, I often complained of being bored, and my grandfather would always say to me: "Twiddle your thumbs." I can still hear him saying it while simultaneously grinning at me. In hindsight, it's easy to see what a petulant child I could be!

In adulthood, not much has changed. I am still bored...bored at work, bored at home, and bored with life. That's not to say that work, home, and life aren't sprinkled with moments of activity and bliss; they most assuredly are, leading to necessary clarity and purpose. But sometimes I'm, simply, bored.

I suppose that's life, though, isn't it? Focus on the sprinkles.