On Boredom and New Things
Apr 14th, 2011 by Carlos
Sometimes I wish I was more like my 7 1/2-month-old daughter. Except for having to drink formula and poop in my pants, of course.
Let me explain.
I was on vacation the past week and a half and it was awesome.
It was the first time my daughter had ever been to Guatemala and she met all my cousins, my sister, her cousin, and everyone else down there.
Watching her absorb all these new things made me realize how fascinated she is by new things, new experiences, and new places.
She was super happy the whole time because there was a constant stream of new things coming at her—so she was never bored. In the “real world” of routines and her mommy and daddy going to work every day, she gets bored of the apartment, the same toys, the same space—all that stuff.
And I can’t blame her.
She simply won’t put up with boredom—she’ll fuss and fit and whimper and cry until you show her something new (or something she doesn’t remember is new).
I wish I was like this.
I wish I would constantly seek out new things.
I wish I would explore new sites every day that stimulate my mind.
I wish I spent more time outside looking at everything that’s out there.
I wish I spent more time meeting new people and enjoying their company.
I wish I read different authors and different types of books more often.
I wish that—if none of these things were happening—I’d hear the fussing and whining of my daughter so that I’d spring into action and do something about it.
I’m working on it.
