Boredom invades not when there's nothing to do, more against
repetitiveness, the sameness in daily or professional routines, the
lack of challenge or stimulant, the fear of incompetence or
consequences of failure. You are defeated by repeated actions which
bring no desired results, and lose interest trying again, losing also
the curiosity of what your efforts might bring. So you sit and do
nothing. Without curiosity time weighs.
I
think the worse boredom is the kind that one has created for oneself.
You lose the interest to think or experiment differently, act
differently, to achieve results that aren't boring. Life is not boring, sometimes people themselves are.
I have decided I would rather have a couple of tasks well done to my satisfaction, than a dozen things hastily and badly completed, with the results I might feel ashamed of. Instead of repeating the same thing ten times with bad or no results, I would try to do it in a different way. Even if I fail again, I would have at least done something different.
So once in a while I try to think, how many things I have done, say in the last 5 years, or last 3 months, which I can feel happy about or proud of? Not too many, but that's okay. The next three months, or five, I might do better. There had been some success in my endeavour, small, but significant to me. I might have wasted more time than I should, but I have learned to congratulate myself with achievements, however tiny or insignificant; I have also learned to add them all up together!
There's no point at all being sorry or unhappy for lost time or cause, which can't be retrieved or compensated for, except to sap my energy for trying to experience something new. Who knows, I might even surprise myself with the discovery that my capability is a bit more than I have given it credit for.
I have decided I would rather have a couple of tasks well done to my satisfaction, than a dozen things hastily and badly completed, with the results I might feel ashamed of. Instead of repeating the same thing ten times with bad or no results, I would try to do it in a different way. Even if I fail again, I would have at least done something different.
So once in a while I try to think, how many things I have done, say in the last 5 years, or last 3 months, which I can feel happy about or proud of? Not too many, but that's okay. The next three months, or five, I might do better. There had been some success in my endeavour, small, but significant to me. I might have wasted more time than I should, but I have learned to congratulate myself with achievements, however tiny or insignificant; I have also learned to add them all up together!
There's no point at all being sorry or unhappy for lost time or cause, which can't be retrieved or compensated for, except to sap my energy for trying to experience something new. Who knows, I might even surprise myself with the discovery that my capability is a bit more than I have given it credit for.
Tags:Boredom,Stimulant,Curiosity
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