I went to school to learn about literature, science, math, and history. How the arts have changed the world. How beautiful paintings and statues have influenced the minds of friends and foes. How art brings life. How art brings death. However, this is the first time I've learned or the art or boredom.

It was my first day of school after Spring break and some unique kid came up to me and said two random, simple, and life changing words. "I'm bored." I guess it wasn't necessarily life changing, but it did open my eyes at least for a few moments.

I asked him how he would cure his strange case of boredom, he said, "I won't. You see, things that seem random or lame can be quite fascinating and beautiful, just as boredom is. So I must embrace my boredom, however by embracing it, I might loose it." "How so?" "Well to embrace my boredom I might sit by a wall and watch the imperfections shape serpents and dragons, but that would bring the risk of not being bored anymore." "Well maybe, just as it can be fascinating and beautiful, it can also be transient." "Woah" "What? What's wrong?" "Nothing, I just realized I've never thought of that before, sometimes the beautiful and fascinating things in life must die, for that is the way of life."