I enjoy life. I mean it. There’s a lot of interesting things to see. A lot of things to write poems about. A lot of things to draw. A lot of people to meet and know. A lot of stories to read or hear. A lot of games to play. A lot of things to learn. I could bike all day. I could watch the sea. I could lay down on a grassy hill or plains. I could plant sunflowers. I could sew a dress. Or learn a new language. TRAVEL THE WORLD. Or discover a whole new world.
There’s a lot of things to do in life.
A lot of things to love.
But by the end of the day, all I could think of is:
“What a boring world.”
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Honestly, your entire paragraph except for traveling the world sounded extremely boring to do
Hahaha. Now that I think of it, maybe you’re right.
But normal things are fun too.
But seeing a burning building is interesting too.
I dunno, man. Haha.
mranony,
life is 95% boring, but has it’s moments. the only way to turn that around is to have a lobotomy.
Hahaha. Maybe 😀
Maybe boring is not the word. I’d say limited. I remember that when i was young and had decent health the more recurrent thought in my mind was “is this all there is to life?”. I remember talking to my family about it at several points and my answer was always the same: there’s a limit/artificial roof to everything, and human beings are extremely limited. That doesn’t mean i didn’t enjoy a lot of things through my life tho, but all in all… life is a lot more simple than the complicated mess we make of it.
Hahaha. You made a point there. 😀