I'm Bored

Ever since I was a young man perched on top of the garage gazing at the stars, I have had the philosophy that no matter how dull my life may seem at the moment, there is a wonderland of playgrounds in searching for rocks, star gazing, people watching , toying with ideas. Well you get the idea. Just please don’t say those two ugly words. “I’m bored.” Okay that was three words. See there? One can debate the very words we speak, but one cannot be bored without being boring. There, I said it. But don’t let me bore you with that.

Thoughts are like seeds in a field. Imagination is the rain. Your faith is the sun. Put them all together and the possibilities are endless. I like the way the world sounds when it snows. The smell of fresh cut grass. My face in the running water. Toes in the cold sand at night. The taste of my first vine ripened tomato. Why am I talking in sentence fragments? I don’t know. Try walking on the other side of the street. Better yet get out in the woods by yourself and just be. Then come back refreshed and make someone smile. Don’t forget children and seniors alike.

My point is, there is a child in us that refuses to let things or people become commonplace. The child, who plays with a stick all day, pretends to be a spy and marvels at a trickling stream. Sure the car won’t start or the kids are sick or money quit growing on trees. The real world doesn’t go away. It just gets a little easier to deal with and believe in.