Did my best to get bored with boredom, but that didn’t take place. Slept, because I bored with ‘being awake’. Woke up since I bored with sleeping. Thus, my days pass by.
It’s all started in time; hope soon it’ll get expired in time itself. I was given a life that’s well wrapped in a gift box, yet I am not sure whether it’s a gift or a curse. What I am so sure is it’s a life in a box and boxes alone that it shares. Time is a well renowned manufacturer of all these brand new boxes.
Everything is box here and everyone moves in boxes. Family, society, work, friends, religion, culture…everything’s just nothing but eloquent boxes wherein life becomes either an exchange of boxes or wise moves from one box to the other. All these boxes make life excruciatingly boring and the desperate existence exists without an exit. But, yea, it’ll end. A journey from one box to the other; started from a box and will be buried in yet another box. Yea, it’ll end, should end.
Where am I really? I am in the kingdom of boredom.