Bored

If the course of your life does not follow your heart’s desires then your internal fire will die and you will lose your passion for life. And your life will become boring.

The Real Poem

"I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing. And so now I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling could, over the field. And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem. ~Mary Oliver~