Walking on a dream.

How would you define boredom?

For me, boredom represents repetition. Endless repetition that got me unaware of when it even started and when it's going to come for an end. It's an inevitable routine that takes me running through time, blindly pursuing for something unknown at the end of the tunnel while also ignoring the small shapeless details perched on the surroundings. Each passing day would continuously repeat itself: wake up in the morning, go to school, do some talks laughs gossips, come home from school, do homework, eat, sleep, and wake up the next morning again.

Ironically not many people are aware that they are undergoing that kind of boredom. For some of them it's just like, one day down, thousands more to go. But then again, if we were the ones who indefinitely are boredom-concious, what could we do about it anyway? Possibly nothing. We would still choose the safer way to survive by sticking to the routine, sucking up every passing joy and irk that the world produces. In other words, just live with it. And then someday when we - for a short while - find an excuse to break out from our routine, we would frantically enjoy it - for a short while - but then we would start missing our old life again. Excitements wouldn't be so exciting if it happens everyday, otherwise it would be just another form of repetition aka boredom. It's like like a splash of icy cold water on lazy, brooding summer days.

Right now, what I really wanna do to get out of this boredom and dive into the excitements are:
- Backpack around Africa and have a taste of the exotic heat, fragrance, people, wilderness, way of life
- Write a pulitzer-winning memoir
- Swim across the Indian ocean just to climb the Sydney Harbor Bridge while the sun sets
- Shove it up their asses
- Fly like Peter
- Turn malls into wildlife preservation rainforests
- Burn every single exam sheets to ashes and bury them 100 meters deep into the ground so we won't be having them next week

Seriously are those too much to ask for? ;)



We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun