I used to write a journal entry every day
now I write one for every year that passes before me.
I remember when I was six and my mother said to me
as I sat at the dinner table, while everything else was still too big
"enjoy your boredom now for later on, time will pass by so fast
you'll miss being bored".
I think I've lived with the fear of ever losing my boredom
so I waste my time just to prove her wrong.