Has there ever been a time when everything, simply everything, has seemed cliche? As if nothing was really real or worthwhile at all, for no identifiable reason at all?

And then, out of nowhere, some tiny little thing, a kind of accidental blip, reminds that not all is lost. There is authentic, interesting, novel aspects to what has made itself dull and routine. Or, at least, something that can make those sad things forgotten.

Boredom is an exceedingly prevalent issue in today's world--an on-going problem with only temporary solutions. But, if they're only temporary, then they're not really solutions, are they? And why is that? What stirs up discontent and restlessness in so many so often? The answer is different for everyone, I assume.

I think part of the reason is forgetting how to be still.

It's not knowing how to slow down, pause, stop, breathe, recharge.

It's not being able to go an hour without the internet, or other people, or some other type of stimulation.

It is an art; an abandoned, lonely art, one that not many people like to practice.

But spending time by yourself, with yourself, for yourself has so many wonderful, meaningful, beneficial properties that so many miss out on. Reevaluating your true likes and dislikes, rewriting your plan for life, re-syncing your spirit with the reality you are faced with-- it reaps a calm, collected, considerate creature.

Understandably, schedules can get packed, sleep can be lost, stress can confuse priorities, and so a moment of peace, a thing for self, is not what most would deem 'necessary.'

But, that is why it is sometimes the most minuscule act of appreciation, even from another human being, can be the most radical and optimistically jolting gifts. It is so much more enjoyable to do life with the realization that there is loveliness, humbleness, admirableness out there, and the capacity for these things in each of us.