When I’m bored just lying there in my bed or if I have my head up against the window of the car, feeling the bumps of the road. My mind goes to places I’ve never known.

The world slows down around me, sounds they mush to silence. And what seeps in is uncontrollable excitement.

A world is built from my ideas and projects I have yet to start. A bustling city of my stories and characters from each and every one.

Even if there is no paper in my head, I’m writing in my mind, adding to stories, processing life.

I wait for that time when I’m alone in my mind. When doing nothing becomes doing something. When just sitting there is being productive.

I’m relieved by the fact that I’m not blind from the wonders of being bored. Since in today’s world boredom is a gift that is seen as a punishment, as torture. Though it is indeed a gift, a gift that is lost to our screens.