New Castle News

August 24, 2013

Josh Drespling: Is boredom the gateway to greatness? We’ll see

Josh Drespling
New Castle News

NEW CASTLE — Have you ever had one of those days where you are perfectly content to be bored?

You feel listless and perhaps a bit jaded by your surroundings. You undoubtedly have a mountain of things that you need to accomplish, but procrastination has become paramount.

You sit in the house thinking of all the projects and work you could be doing, but you are somehow lulled into inactivity by the low hum of the refrigerator motor or the faint squeaking of the ceiling fan as it whirls above you head.

The near silence is numbing in a house that is empty. Your spouse is at work and the kids are off at school. You are alone with your thoughts as you stare at the cat, who is peacefully asleep on the loveseat, and you think to yourself, “It must be nice to be a cat.”

You have flipped through the hundred plus television channels and find nothing that remotely piques your interest. Every book in the house seems mundane and terrestrial. Even your favorite ice cream that is sitting in the freezer calling out your name has become unremarkable in your mind, although you have opened the freezer many times and decided against partaking of its sweet goodness.

We live in a great big world with a vast array of things we have never seen or experienced. Even the plethora of things that we can experience in our own mind is endless. Yet, on some days, we are content to let boredom take over.

Some great minds have likened boredom to a simple mind or the inability to embrace and understand ones surroundings, but I disagree. The life of the creative mind is led, directed, and controlled by boredom. It is the backbone of art, literature, technology, and, of course, the entertainment industry.

I stumble through writing about everyday life. Moreover, I string together words that describe the interesting parts of this human existence. Conversely, there need to be moments of unexceptional and predictable life. Yes, there is always the inherent possibility that the floor could open up and swallow me alive, but that almost never happens, thus making for a boring day.

On the off chance that I am swallowed by the earth, I guarantee that would make for a remarkable story, but until that day, I am content to sacrifice a day along the way to being alone in the silence, contemplating the possibilities of “what if,” experiencing my own boredom, and realizing that the boredom should not be shunned and treated as a second-rate emotion, but embraced as an important part of the full and perfect cycle that we call life.

With that, I hope my babbling has not bored you too much.