I’m standing at the magnitude of this core that seems to be an enigma to my common understanding. Here my mind is projecting repetitive errors and my past is reflecting a monotonous picture.
Whereas, at the nether of this stage I’ve acquired an irrational value of my perceptive side and as a seeker, simultaneously analysed it.
What is this boredom?
Now this is something rare-
It’s shredding the symmetrical edges of your mind, making you lose your composure. Like whatever you do, It won’t last and you’ll come back to the start eventually.
It’s an impediment: making you crave for something divergent. You’re deceived into thinking that it’s a semantic chain of events, to rewire and connect yourself to those old hobbies or habits again.
But there is either a path guiding you towards the right coordinates or an exaggeration of hysterical situations that were never a part of reality.
This boredom strikes every cell of your body, making you lose interest in almost everything. Suddenly the things that seems captivating are now dull, as if their pneuma is absorbed.
The rock-bottom of this is infinite. You are just here alone, being cynical to yourself.
Alas! Boredom spams at random intervals. It never comes beforehand with a warning. It’s a rapid fluctuation that occurs in daily events of your life.
Maybe that’s why it’s an unpredictable state of mind that comes to you as both; a blessing and a curse.