spelling out lethargy,

Sometimes, I question the advent of boredom. It is not an emotion as such, though all emotions are but arbitrary and fleeting things. Incomparable to fear, hate and happiness – it is an alien sensation, perverse, counter-productive and almost entirely unwanted. Was it not so named; or had we not a word to sound and wrap our lethargic lips around, then would it exist? Perhaps this is but a pale and transient reincarnation of the cliché: whether a tree, which falls in a forest makes a sound if no one hears it. A cruder comparison would be to that unanswerable question, of whether the chicken preceded the egg. Nonetheless, I find myself constantly pining for hours lost to oblivion. If, in a given hour, a person achieves nothing – did that hour elapse, squandered so?

Lin Yutang:
Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.

If we were to erase the word, would we more willingly resort to tasks that are mundane, in situations where we are without anything better to do other than bemoan our own inaction? Unfortunately, that is every bit as unlikely as it is ideal. Boredom is by no means groundbreaking as far as concepts go. From the perspective of a predator, the life of whom depends upon reserving energy hard earned in the hunt, it makes absolute sense. Waste not want not. However, this is not our situation. Blighted with the constant desire to do nothing, recede into mental oblivion. Oh to be proactive. The inspiration I glean from quotations, is the by-product of my own procrastination.