There are never enough hours in

^There are never enough hours in a day. There is so much to be done, so much to learn, so much to experience. Life is so short.

Boredom is so often a worn as a badge of honor, but it is really a cry for "Please save me!', to a knight or a human savior or a lottery ticket that may never come. In more everyday cases it may be a case of "Entertain me". But chronic boredom can lead to a state where the freshness of life grows stale and dark, and the hard grows cold and hard. The freshness of the morning dew becomes a slipping hazard, a question of honest curiousity begins to sound like nosiness and prying and sadly, waiting for so long for something in the outside world to bring you out of this state (a positive) has a dark side of subtle paranoia – that something in the outside world is out to get you. But there is a cure:

Build your internal life. Build your imagation, your curiousity. If you need to appear cool, that's fine – that's just a fake surface blase coated shell that appears to care about nothing. But your internal reality should be strong and powerful – you carry it with you wherever you go.

The amount of room inside yourself is so vast that an infinite amount of Universes could not fill it.

There truly are never enough hours in a day. There is so much to be done, so much to learn, to much experience. Recognize the moments for what they are, for moments is all we have.^

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