Perhaps some people would criticize me for saying this and tell me that if I was bored that it’s my own damn fault, but those people are morons and it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still bored. This type of thing generally happens after you start getting settled into a place and start getting used to the day to day. In a lot of ways it’s a great thing. It means that we’re transitioning from tourists to bonafide locals. But still, I’m pretty fucking bored. Personally, I’m over all the night clubs and lonely bars, come-and-go tourists and dismissive nationals. So where do I go from here? Well, the good thing is that contrary to popular belief invention is actually the love child of both necessity and boredom.
We’ve done so many crazy and exciting things during our travels so far that I’m finding it hard to top what’s already been done. In a lot of ways I feel like we’re chasing the dragon. Each new day begs the question, “how do we top yesterday’s adventure?” It’s a vicious cycle.
The good thing is that boredom is a blank canvas. It often pushes people to create experiences far outside themselves, outside their comfort zones, often on the edge of the unknown. So instead of lamenting the feeling, today I am embracing it. Today, boredom is going to become the catalyst for change. I’m staring at the unpainted walls of the Sistine Chapel with a brush in my left hand, a palette in my right, and sea of inspiration swelling between my ears.