The summer of 2004 was the most boring period of my entire life. I worked at a medical clinic that was in the process of moving their paper files into a digital filing system. I spent 40 hours, 5 days a week for 3 months in a basement cell sorting through the medical files of dead people and then scanning them into the computer system. Atrocious is the only word that describes this summer.
Boredom is one of my biggest fears, which is why I suggested this blog topic in the first place. I am petrified that I will one day wake up at the ripe old age of 45, and realize that my life is a bore and that I am boring and I am bored with life.
How many of us become ensnared by the world’s rat race? We graduate from college, find a spouse, buy a house, pop out some kids and find a decent paying job that will pay for piano lessons and groceries and feed our retirement fund (roughly in that order). How many of us wake up with an anticipation of the adventure that awaits us in our day? How many of us live and breathe their vocation?
This blog entry sounds terribly cynical.
What I’m getting at is this – while we try to keep up with America’s consumer appetite, while we work to pay off our credit card debt, while we strive for the suburban dream, we lose our wildness. We lose our very souls. And we are boring ourselves to death.
Never be lacking in zeal, my friends. Live out your vocation, live out your passion and don’t settle for anything less.
