What Are We Running From? Do Something Everyday That Scares You

People say life is boring. We’re all just trying to find distractions to the boredom right? Every mindless activity, errand, every little mundane life task, trying to run away from our minds, our thoughts right? Because we ‘think too much’, ‘don’t know how to turn our heads off’ so we distract ourselves.

More friends? Less time feeling lonely, less time for self-discovery, more for being caught up, distracted, surrounded by a show, playing a game. More alcohol? Less thinking, less facing reality. More aggression, internal anger, putting up a hard exterior? Less being vulnerable, less hurt. Drugs? More distraction, escapism. More sleep? Work? Same thing: escapism.

Surrounded by co-workers five days a week, in constant contact with other people, when a day off comes, the only way to feel normal is by going out, socializing, communicating as we do at work. Work is our whole life, our purpose so the days we aren’t there we tend to feel worthless, insignificant, unneeded. So we distract ourselves. We tend to people to feel wanted. To give ourselves a feeling of being needed.

Work has always been our excuse for why we haven’t been able to chase that dream, change that habit, pursue a hobby, a talent. So, when work is out of the picture, we need other excuses for why we are failing to be more than we chose to, failing to use the genius we feel inside of us every single day.

It is the genius is what we are trying so hard to distract ourselves from. Every single human in this world knows that there is no such thing as boredom. Our minds are endless, absorbing, goal-striving machines and our whole lives they are urging us, pushing us towards some sort of goal, accomplishment. Naturally as humans we feel satisfied when completing a difficult task. Something as small as re-organizing our rooms or cars could set off a positive feeling of achievement in our minds, guiding our mind gears towards positive thoughts and feelings.

The human mind is always wanting to work towards a goal. It is when we have none, or see no purpose in anything, that we grow miserable.
 
Even when we have no real dreams or goals, I believe in the back of our minds the goal-striving mechanism is always in play. Our minds go to all the possibilities available to us in this world, all the things we could be doing, places we could go, books unwritten, the inventions not thought of, movies yet to be created, revelations yet to come. Our minds are endless, we know all that we could be doing, all that we have the potential for, but it’s always been easier to pretend we don’t, so we can make excuses. So we distract ourselves, from what we brush off as ‘boredom.’

We look in the mirror and tell ourselves it isn’t in us, that we aren’t good enough to pursue anything worthwhile.

But we are all human. All the genius’ of the world, also only human. Only they, did not ignore the calls within their mind and the clues from the universe but instead explored their genius, dove deep inside their minds instead of running from them. Instead of finding distractions out in the material world, from the unrelenting, insipid thoughts spiraling around their minds, they went deeper. They used their minds to their advantage instead of allowing it to control them like most of us are guilty of. Rather than killing the genius, they nurtured it.

Killing it is an issue most of us come to face. It becomes ‘too much’, so we run from it, killing it. When we feel that little burst of our genius coming out from time to time, it’s easy to feel disappointed in ourselves for not doing anything with it so we run faster and even further from it. Then in the end we question our inadequate lives, we wonder why we didn’t do more. We question everything. Even the rich and famous. They all question why it didn’t feel like enough. All of it.

Convincing themselves there must be something afterwards because this life simply did not cut it.

We will all know it was the genius we kept running from, the potential we knew we had but never explored. The boredom we kept trying to distract ourselves from.
But it was never really the boredom we we’re trying to desperately to run away from was it? It was ourselves.
And we all knew it.

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