I sat on the end of my bed to get me the perfect view through my window. The sky was bright and blue, with few clouds, just like my pre school drawings. Days go by, week after the other. It’s said that time changes thing, but does it?
Its been a month since I have been having this wired feeling. The feeling that nothing had changed around me. You see the same faces every day same routines same food, same people to talk to. Every day I wake up and see the same old painting that I had on for a year, the same alarm clock (My mom) that I had for eighteen years. The lame wall paper in my room. And everyday I have a feeling that if today were yesterday there won’t be much of change. Everything seems to repeat it self. Everything seems so boring.
I was lost in the idea, starring at the sky when I realized that I used to sit back and think like this almost everyday. But why? Why things seem so dull and life seems so boring. Am I lacking varieties in my life? Or is this a feeling of me been lonely? I don’t believe my self as a loner though I have many friends. But still things seem so incomplete. And I had been having the same feeling for a year now. I have had the same thoughts same questions, every day.
Well I had a conversation about life been boring to a friend of mine. I concluded that, it’s a new disease or so. I call it the boredom cancer and a lot of people seem to have it. Everyone has a cure for it. But it’s as difference as the uniqueness of our personalities. It’s for them to find the missing pieces of their own puzzle.
When it comes to me, I’m so lost. I can’t find the missing pieces. I don’t even know what they are. Yup that’s me lost in the state of being alive. Maybe I’m just thinking too much. It’s just difficult to sit around when I’m having a feeling of incompleteness in me. That’s making me worry about it.

