Boredom - 8/15/2011

I sometimes wonder about my time in My Own Personal Heaven.  I can choose to stay there for as long as I desire, so I'm sure after thousands of years of experiencing this particular identity in various ways I'll invariably grow bored. Acknowledging this, I have implemented safe-guards to assure that this can be avoided.  I'll enter into States of Amnesia to erase knowledge of certain events, experiencing moments in my life again, for the first time.  And in doing so, I can change them.  There are many options I've left open for myself to ward off boredom at any cost, but after I've had my fill of MoPH....after my need for it has passed....I will fully embrace moving forward, abolishing my ego, reincarnating, or returning to God/Source.  Whatever it takes to evolve.  I know that MoPH isn't the destination, it's merely a part of the journey, and I intend to enjoy it fully, unlike certain fictional characters that didn't have the presence of mind to prevent their inevitable lassitude.

I'm referring to the Q on Star Trek the Next Generation.  After eons of playing their games, toying with sapient beings, and experiencing the universe however they deemed fit, they became utterly disenchanted with their abilities.  They had done everything, been everywhere, and reached the apex of their knowledge.  There was nothing more for them, nothing to learn or see or become, so their only experience of themselves was that of utter boredom.

But we are not all-powerful Gods.  As mortals, we have a set period of time to enjoy life, to enrich it for others, and to make our mark on history if we so choose.  Boredom, and the existential ennui that is the catalyst for this abject disinterest, is almost unfathomable considering our short life-span.  And yet the majority of us in civilized society, despite the unlimited distractions and resources for self-improvement at our disposal, must fend off boredom on a daily basis.

Boredom; what a pitiful, ego-centered luxury.  If we had to not just work, but fight to survive on a daily basis, we would be overjoyed to have the ability to feel boredom for even a moment.  The idea that there's nothing to do, nothing worth engaging yourself in, or concerning yourself with is almost non-existent to much of the world's population.  Yet we have the umbrage, the unmitigated gall, to proclaim our boredom on tweets, on Facebook, and in blogs constantly. 

It's sickening, and quite honestly, if any of you are ever bored and announce it to your friends like it's some kind of horrible plight you must suffer through, please have the self-awareness to realize that it's because you've ELECTED to be bored and that this world is far more interesting, fun, and exciting than you have the capacity for understanding.