27.10.11

Day #192 Connect the dots backward


I am bored.

Oh yes, me is. If you ask me over and over like a detective investigating the fugitive, my answer would always be firm, consistent and full of confident: Yes. I. Am. Bored.

The syndrome of the boredom is somewhat clear. I count every single minute in the office, waiting to go home. Keep doing it until I reach Friday night. Sunday evening has become an injury time because I know tomorrow I need to get back to work.

Having felt climax boredom for the past weeks, I lately let it happens. I embrace the boredom, hug and give it the most romantic French Kiss I could give and so I could know it better. The boredom itself, then somehow tried to tell me something today.

I blog-rolled to some blogs about home interior. What are the odds I ended up reading the famous Steve Job’s speech at Stanford, which I ashamed, cause I have just read it today. I don’t even know some quotes I have known was actually his’.

Funny, someone I thought was very edgy, turned out to be someone who is a believer. Someone who heard what his heart told him and have faith of what he believed in. Or at least, on things what he liked to do.

Oh me … slap!

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