Boredom and stagnation

What does it mean to stagnate? For life to be stale? Perpetual boredom?

Are these beliefs that originate internally? Or do they come from values exposed from outside?

What’s there to be bored of in a world so rich with novelty? Where nature itself is an oddly woven tapestry rich with texture. This isn’t just the nature of the natural world and the sometimes trite advice to stare at a tree. But rather interiority, relationships, friendships, family, society itself, provides an endless ocean of coming and going.

Perhaps then the very urge to search for novelty, that mysteriously the market has the means to provide for and apparently satisfy, can be seen as a forced view. There’s a difference between boredom that originates internally and one that is created from the collective anxiety of an external force; from a system that craves survival.

Boredom that originates internally is a contemplative one. It’s a force for renewal and resurgence, as it seeks a reinvention for the self to exist anew, constantly.

It’s a vital prerequisite. And therefore one that to reject or seek to pacify is to reject your own nature. Maybe there’s real joy in letting it run in full flow. To allow boredom and stagnation to run its full course.

Much like the urge to eat has hunger as a pre-requisite. There’s a difference between seeing hunger as undesirable and seeing it as a vital discomfort.

One comes inside out, the other doesn’t.