Boredom.

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My greatest enemy, my greatest rival, my greatest fear

Submitted: October 10, 2018

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Boredom, 

That is the greatest enemy I face in life. I am both burdened and set free by my curiosities and yet I am left wanting;

 

wanting more from the world, from myself, others, and this page. It has been a blessing, my pursuit of knowledge; my

 

quest towards achieving  worldy perspective, intuitively connected to the realities of the world. It can be described as

 

the water in a well, in which my essence has coalesced and manifested my path towards fullfilment. Yet this curiosity

 

is more akin to an oasis as opposed to a well, it has left me isolated. These inquisitive inclinations, which have been

 

the spark in many of my endeavors and journeys, have been my greatest weapon and shield against boredom; the

 

monotonous drawl that takes life out of living and perverts it into the mantra of death, drawing out every moment into

 

an unbearable eternity. The paradox in my issue lies in that the very weapon I use to vanquish boredom and the very

 

defense I use to guard against its forces have left me lost, wandering alone. Not in search of someplace or someone

 

to call home, but merely to escape the beast at my back; curiosity was once something that brought a smile to my

 

face, but now, it is a self propelled engine that can never stop for fear of its own shadow, idlesness and boredom. It

 

seems like the only answer is a home as foreign to me as the frontier I would one day like to conquer on some long

 

forgotten distant land. I will hence depart with a question and its answer for you to ponder. How valuable is all the

 

information in the world if you have no one to share it with; comparable in beauty to a painting no one has ever laid

 

eyes upon and as compelling a novel that no soul has ever read, useless. 

 

- Godhand 

 

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

- Edgar Allan Poe


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