I`m bored.........

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I have written the following rows not to deal with a theoretical subject that may interest one or the other. My goal is to help a younger reader who is now starting his life and is still not well-oriented, and I'm still addressing him. If you read this text carefully, you will try to understand it, to explain to yourself, through its own view, what is happening to you, to try to do what I propose to you, you will have the chance to correct the state that haunts you . Boredom would be, first of all, the finding of lack of interest in the things around us, even those that before we delighted. Simply, things are no longer appealing, the mind goes into a continuous search for sensations that nothing satisfies. Images, actions, events, faces of people closer or farther away, all of you pass before you, appear to you in front of your mind's eyes, but none of them spend too much time there. You always want something to get you out of numbness, but nothing seems to succeed. The happenings of life enter into a maddening monotony that nothing interrupts, to the desperation of boredom. You are always looking for a way out of this state without being able to get it done. The days go by, waiting, with a fervor, for the unexpected to take you out of daily agony. Eventually you resemble what the present gives you, and you continue to live, but in a hidden but constant way, to an exit, to an escape from the eternal daily. Several times it would seem that you can, you have glimpses of hope. You return, however, resigned, after a certain time, to your condition forever. Small children do not get bored. But big men, starting from adolescence, start doing it. What happens to them, all at once? I think they lose their childhood innocence, the pure, innocent joy of discovering the world. Already "when you make yourself big" is shameful to have the children's naive and heartfelt feelings. So one reason we get bored is this loss of childhood, the exit from worry-free life in which we marveled for everything. Everything was new, we deserved our attention, our exclaimed exclamations.