No more repeating commitments. No more performance anxiety. We learn to get bored and enjoy the benefits of boredom. With some caveats
Boredom scares us. We perceive it as an inner malaise, a condition of discomfort, with which we find it difficult to live. Life becomes dark, in the dim light of a sense of emptiness and abandonment, and we end up in the vortex of anxiety, a compulsion to move, to do something. A real waste of energy and emotion. Boredom breaks through in the field of depression, and sometimes it represents only a daily mask, difficult to remove.
In literature, great writers (I mention one for all: Alberto Moravia) have recounted the man devoured by boredom, and I happened to meet accomplished, rich people with a good career in progress, however afflicted by the boredom virus. They are really difficult to date, they have no peace. They transmit anxiety, they always have the frenzy to change places and company. They do not enjoy the pleasure of any stable moment of the day. They can't draw a breath without turning it into a gasp of stress.
Long live boredom. Long live the rediscovery of something that we have lost in the era of haste, of performance anxiety, of wanting to do everything immediately, and of the times of super speed imposed by the technological domain. Long live boredom which relaxes, allows us to detach, helps us distance ourselves from anxiety and stress and accompanies us to a more sober and more serene lifestyle. A positive boredom, constructive and not demeaning and pessimistic. Long live boredom, for adults and children. For grandparents who experience the fatigue of aging and for children who are in a frenzy of growth. Many believe that inactivity is bad and can trigger the vicious cycle of laziness. In reality, idleness stimulates creativity. It reduces stress and tension and helps us cultivate new ideas. Does this mean we have to become idle? Absolutely not, rather let's re-evaluate the value and sense of boredom. Boredom obsesses us, it scares us, and we always feel it lurking. Sometimes we try to avoid it even by taking refuge in the virtual world, but in this case the remedy can be worse than the disease, because boredom is associated with a sense of loneliness. And we are even frightened by the risk that our children might get bored: a useless and wrong fear.
Children are smarter than adults, if they want to say hi, they tell you, they write to you, they call you … simply because they are real. How many times have you done what you felt, simply because it was right to do it; then you realized that being a child in a world complicated by walls and borders is really difficult and so you stopped.
CHILDREN KNOW HOW TO LIVE IN THE PRESENT:
if you have ever talked to a child on the phone and to find out how he is and what he is doing, you have asked him "Love, what are you doing?" (meaning: you are playing, you are doing your homework, etc.), he will most likely reply: “I'm talking to you on the phone!”.
CHILDREN ARE SPONTANEOUS:
children do not know judgments, spite, resentments and diatribes, they always tell you in the face what they feel and do not come up with ways of behaving different from those manifested by their own nature.
They can't keep up with the cumbersome tricks of adults. For example, if the family goes on an appointment together and arrives late due to a slowness in the preparations, probably, since we adults often make up excuses for fear of being judged, the adult would say: "Sorry, we're a little bit too late. delay, there was a lot of traffic ”.
The child, on the other hand, if left free to express himself, replies with the truth: “Mother couldn't find anything she liked to wear!”.
CHILDREN TRUST IN THEIR SKILLS:
When children are born they cannot do anything: they cannot write, read, speak, draw, count, dance, etc. yet they immediately try to learn all these new things without being afraid of not succeeding. This is because children have confidence in their abilities and when it comes to trying to do something new they certainly don't think “I can't do it” or “if I do it for sure I fail” but they just try. And the beauty is that they do it regardless of the opinions of others.
DO NOT HOLD A GRUDGE:
Even children sometimes lose their temper when they argue with other children or with their parents, but it takes very little to make them smile again. For the child, resentment is an unknown feeling because he has the ability to forgive and instantly forget a wrong he has suffered; adults, after an argument, are capable of holding their faces for days, of breaking up a relationship and of mulling over it, only hurting themselves.
Here, in my opinion, schools should be born in which children are the teachers and adults, sitting in their desks, re-learn how to behave in life to be happy. There could be lessons on enthusiasm, fantasy and imagination, on how to enjoy nothing and lots of games and smiles.
There is a person, alone, leaning against a window overlooking the world, he looks but has his eyes closed, he is unable to see. He hears all the noises in the world: cars that run, children who laugh, those who cry, adults who fight, what they love. The leaves that move resting on the wind, the clouds that move, the water that flows in the rivers, which ends up in the seas, in the puddles, down the gutters. He hears everything but cannot hear. He answers everything but is unable to speak. He would like to touch everything but is unable to move out of that window. There is this person who is desperate, but does not want to cross that fine line. Every day he looks, listens, answers. After months she starts crying every night, she was missing something that could not exist for her. Standing on the windowsill he screams, but no one can hear, because he cannot speak. He decides to go up on that windowsill every day, to make his voice heard. And scream, scream, scream. Then one afternoon he freezes with his mouth ajar and whispers. "Is it I who cannot speak, or the others who are unable to listen to me?" The closed mouth, a weight in the void, the hair resting on the wind, the clouds move. Then there is the land, a lot of land. Above, below, everywhere. Its branches sway, the leaves dance forced by the force of the wind, the roots are well planted up to the center of the earth. Every day he listens to the birds singing, the squirrels chasing each other, the clouds that move, the water that flows in the rivers, which ends up in the seas, in the puddles, down the gutters. Children laugh, others cry sometimes. Some adults kiss there, in the shade of her hair. The answer comes like a blizzard. It is others who are unable to listen.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 