GLORY OF BOREDOM / by Elisa Routa
I went to the woods to relish in boredom, without judgment or inquisitive eyes. I savoured the silent greatness of my only neighbours, who, from their height, see me as someone small. I felt alone, tiny and ridiculous. I did not do anything for hours and I loved it.
Today, boredom is a big word and weariness an unpronounceable default. However, I have immoderate admiration for this mood. I idolize it like a guru. It is what gives wings to my verses, what gives life to my fears and pushes my questions to never find an answer.
I’ve never worn a watch. They are as delicious as the last meal before death row. They signify maturity, the end, the abomination at hand. I hate the constant noise of the needles. I hate that constant reminder that forces you to be active and productive. I’ve never worn a watch as they are a race against themselves and make time our best enemy.
That day, though short and ridiculous, I know I can finally say that I took the time to not only listen to me, to be really bored and yet like it. I think I smiled and told myself that being so bored has never been so cool.
Elisa Routa