My mind floats like a cumulus clouds. I sit in a corner of my crib staring the curtains blankly. Different thoughts, good and otherwise, play with my brain. I know the my friend is about to visit me. Boredom kills. It almost kill me couple of years ago. I was on the verge of losing my sanity and my grip to the reality. Now, I don’t want that this beast will consume my being once more. It may be so powerful like a lion but it will became a domesticated pet if handled appropriately. Instead of giving in to its bosom, I stand up and walked out my door and grabbed my favorite mug. Pour some hot water and mix my instant coffee. Voila! I made my first move to fight boredom. Then I reached a stick of cigarette and lit it. Very unhealthy combination that can kill me in the long run. I am not a coffee lover nor a heavy smoker. Yet I resulted to this kind vice every time I am bored. After a few zip and puff of the dreaded stick, I began to regain my composure and thinking. Then I started scribbling down my thoughts. Well, I have to give credits to my boredom. If not because of it, I am not able to scribble a beautiful poem (to be published separately). It is not the situation that determine whether we will be productive or not. It is our reaction to the situation that justify that ends. Most of us are just too reactive to the situation that more often than not pave way to loss our focus and tend to do the least thing that we are expected to do.
Cafe solo y cigarillo rubio