There is a certain sadness to it, you know, being twenty and undriven (there is no such word, whatev). You are bored: yet there is this feeling that there is something, maybe anything, in this world that is the right thing for you to do/to be and yet it remains lost in the recesses of your .....mind. Your friends, people you know who are about your age, seem to have found a niche in this crazy stupid world, so what about you? There is so much untapped energy lying in your psyche that it spews all over the place, you end up bouncing from one mindless, irrelevant task/thing to another. It is wasted. You feel spent - at merely the beginning of your existence, and you go into a downward spiral of mediocrity. Life simply becomes a routine of waking up, dealing with the daily bull**, and heading home to sleep. A continuous feeling of boredom overwhelms you. Before you know it, you are nearing the end of days, reflecting on what you have done; more so, on what you have not done and what you have forgotten to do. "What a waste!" you say. What you dreamed of being something grandiose ended up disappointing you in many, many, many ways than expected. What a waste, I say.
How do you save yourself from being bored? Then again, how do you save yourself from the world? Maybe it is not our lives that is boring, maybe life itself is the boring one. We are led to believe that we are the ones who create our own happiness - we are forever burdened with the task to "unbore" ourselves. But what if all of this is just a way of entertaining the boring truth: that life indeed is uninteresting, a big bore, a mediocre journey to the death ?
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