I’m standing at the magnitude of this core that seems to be an enigma to my common understanding. Here my mind is projecting repetitive errors and my past is reflecting a monotonous picture.
Whereas, at the nether of this stage I’ve acquired an irrational value of my perceptive side and as a seeker, simultaneously analysed it.
What is this boredom?
Now this is something rare-
It’s shredding the symmetrical edges of your mind, making you lose your composure. Like whatever you do, It won’t last and you’ll come back to the start eventually.
It’s an impediment: making you crave for something divergent. You’re deceived into thinking that it’s a semantic chain of events, to rewire and connect yourself to those old hobbies or habits again.
But there is either a path guiding you towards the right coordinates or an exaggeration of hysterical situations that were never a part of reality.
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