Myriad

That's right.

I have cancer.

Not the cancer you've heard about all your life. I don't have a tumour. I don't need any radiation therapy. My cancer is of a type that has become prevalent in recent years.

It is the cancer of the 21st century.

So what am I bitching about? What horrific disease has taken hold of my mind, body and soul?

Boredom.

Yes. You read that right. Boredom.

Boredom is killing me. And probably you too.

Am I exaggerating? Perhaps. But damn it, boredom is killing me slowly, I know it, I just know it is.

A friend recently told me that he is bored 70% of the time. Especially while working.
This is a fairly accurate description of my disease, and probably yours too.

It used to be that we (as a species) used to spend our entire day working really hard just so we could make it to the next day. In the modern world the majority of our western society survives by doing repetitive, boring, unfulfiling bullshit that pays the bills but it leaves our souls empty and our spirits broken.

I'm still fairly young (under 30) and I'm already tired of life. Don't get me wrong. There are still things I enjoy about life, I'm not suicidal or anything like that. I'm just bored.

And it's killing me.

Now I know you're probably saying, "Well why don't you get off your arse and make a change? Do something with your life."

Ahhh, how simple you make it sound. But what makes you think that anything will change? Say I move to a new city, I still gotta get a job and a place to sleep and food to eat. That means work, which means boredom. So why don't I get a job I enjoy? Well if we all only tried to get jobs we enjoyed then the unemployment rates would be over 50%.

I'm sure there is some sort of treatment for this cancer of mine. I just need to find it and when I do I'll inform you all. But for now I must struggle through. Thankfully I know that at least I'm not alone and there are plenty of you out there who are in the same boat. Good job, good money, good relationships, good lover. It's all good, it's just... boring.


I sit here
Staring at the screen
I can't find
A damn thing
I wanna do

Sometimes I wonder
Or just sit and think
Occasionally my mind
Goes blank

Is this all there is?
Can you know?
Does anyone
Have the power to say?

This is a cancer
I feel
I'm wasting away
From inside

There's nothing
I want
No need
For tears

It's my thing
I can
Waste
My own years

No tears