Boredom No More

Boredom is a state of mind. If you accept it, life is dull. We have the power to control our mind. To get up and do something. Have fun. Think of all the people around the world dying. They would give anything to be in your shoes. To be bored means you have time on your hands. Time to live, love, laugh. Time to make a difference or just be a fool. They don’t have that chance. So don’t complain about boredom, we all can feel it. But we all can rid ourselves of it too.

If you’re reading this I’m guessing your still breathing and your heart is still beating. So arise, go outside, play a game, run around. Remember your lucky to be alive.

Whitney

VT

17 years old

More by Whitney

  • Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns
  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 
  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.