up in the air

Above all else, I'm afraid of boredom. I'm afraid of being stuck. I'm not just wary of not being entertained--I'm well aware of how draining it is to be "on" one hundred percent of the time, and sometimes periods of retreat and refreshment and solace are entirely necessary.

But to succumb to ennui, while the world is awake and inviting and OPEN? While there is brokenness to fight and people to love and worlds by which to be taught? While there are mountains to climb and seas to swim in and friends to make and roads to run and fresh air to breathe?

Portrait of the notoriously super-social ENFP: believes in a bizarre cosmic whole; great deal of zany charm; disconcertingly spontaneous; short attention span; tends to get bored easily; incredibly intellectual-turned-captain wildchild; global learner


I want to forever rail against consolation, and not just philosophically. There is work to be done here. Now. There are systems to be assessed, and structural injustices to be understood.

And then there is personal sin. Not so small, but overlooked most of the time. Sometimes I really see interpersonal workings as pointless, when macro-level changes from policy and legislature and entrepreneurship are so much more inviting in their scope and promise. Things are meant to work together.

And we are to use who we are, not lie around lazily until some third party assigns us work, but to passionately and fully be ourselves.


How do we remain interested? Interesting?