Artwork: 'Boredom' acrylic on paper by Juliet Fay ©2021
Easily mistaken, boredom slips in, disguised as dissatisfaction or frustration. Boredom rarely visits busy minds, guarded with NO ENTRY signs. Alarmed by boredom, Forces rally to chivy and chide. "Focus on the task at hand" "You're not the boss of me". Yet boredom's tentacles will creep in nonetheless and suffuse our experience. Muting desire, interest and motivation. The mind feels heavy and murky. What if we let boredom have its way with us, relax into its meanderings? It wanders languidly unimpressed with all that once looked shiny - a hint of haughtiness. Childhood boredom comes to mind, when afternoons stretched into an eternity of nothingness. Oh how we yearned for something, anything, to appear, to shake us from the torpor. Ennui scans and rejects every idea of what has ever been pleasing. It finds delight in nothing. Turns away with a 'meh'. Slowly a smile breaks at this vast, lazy demand, to be entertained or amused. And having given it free rein, it gathers itself and swirls out with a half-hearted flounce. Barely noticed, for the mind is already engaged elsewhere. Fascinated by wide ~ open ~ space © Juliet Fay 2021 I'd love to hear what you see around boredom.