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Boat of Boredom
Boat of Boredom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tiredness, weariness, fatigue, boredom, routine, lethargy, disinterest are among the things which affect me at some point and if it isn’t the one it’s the other. If something holds my interest I am happy enough but I find now that there is less I find interesting with each passing day. If I’ve a project to do I am happy but only if things go well and to plan. Even so, I get bored with projects too believe it or not and I have days where I simply cannot be bothered or I’ve had enough for a while. I get days where I just cannot make the effort to do anything. Monday (21) was such a day. I knew before I got out of bed that I didn’t want to be doing anything though there were things to be doing if I chose. I was tired and weary the moment I awoke and I wanted to go back to sleep but couldn’t. Once I wake up I find it extremely difficult to go back to sleep and after a short time I have to climb out from beneath the sheets. I was looking forward to a blank canvas with nothing to do or rather no intentions of doing anything. I enjoyed breakfast and watching tv whilst eating it. I switched on the computer to check my mail and switched it off again. I went into the garden to water the plants again which I find relaxing because I don’t need to do much but stand and direct the hose!

Bored and tired Kate-as-Angel at Mardi Gras 20...
Bored and tired Kate-as-Angel at Mardi Gras 2008, New Orleans, Louisiana (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I went indoors to make a cup of coffee and returned outside to sit drinking it in the bright warm morning sunshine. My thoughts were all over the place and I couldn’t sit there long. I decided to get my guitar and sit on the bench in the front garden playing it for a while  and then it was lunch time, early because I’d eaten an early breakfast but it was by then twelve-thirty. After lunch I sat on the sofa and had a cat nap. E had gone to rest on the patio and I went for a walk down to the beach. I sat on top of the dunes looking out to sea and along the beach. Very few people were there during what was after all a working day for most so those I saw were either elderly and obviously retired or women taking their dogs for a walk. As I sat my thoughts turned to the days when I often used to run through the dunes or sat there just contemplating life. I was doing just that on Monday afternoon too, contemplating life. I remembered times when I would call my friend or she would call me on my mobile phone as I sat on the dunes enjoying an afternoon free from work. She never calls me now though I have tried contacting her. She moved to the south coast a few years ago. After an hour or so I walked back home asking myself what is the point of it all? I often thing about the futility of life, that is the things we get involved with during our lives and ponder why it is we do them. We acquire wealth, a house, a family, a job, we take holidays and at the time enjoy it all. I reflect on King Solomon‘s struggle with the same issues and what conclusions he drew from it all. ‘Meaningless, everything is meaningless’ he said and all we can do is to fear (revere) God and enjoy our work and our lives as best we can. So what’s up with me I ask myself?

Shirley Anne

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Being happy

If I were to ask you if you were happy I would like to think that you could confidently answer positively. There will be things in your life perhaps that makes happiness for you not possible at this moment. If this is so I hope that it won’t last and that you will be happy soon. We all have different ideas on what makes us happy. For some it is having enough cash in the bank in order to make ends meet, for others it is having even more cash that they don’t know what to do with it. Some people are very poor financially speaking but are still happy. Some people have occupations that make them happy or friends and lovers to make them so but what is it in life that above all other things makes us really happy? To be able to say that you are happy in all circumstances is indeed a wonderful thing if we can achieve that state of mind. For most people complete happiness is unattainable but it need not be that way. Personally I can say that I am happy right now despite the many problems I have in life but it is hard to say whether that would be the case if I wasn’t so secure in a material way, not that I am wealthy in that respect! In fact I am not wealthy at all financially speaking but I don’t measure wealth in that way. Wealth isn’t about how much cash one has in the bank but how much happiness and contentment one has in the bank of life! I can say I am happy because I know God loves me and I Him. This kind of happiness is far better than any worldly happiness I could ever have. Happy people are easy to get along with, nothing seems to bother them much. Can you say that nothing really bothers you? I’d like to think so. What is it then in your life that makes you happy? To put it another way, what makes you unhappy and can you do anything about it? If you cannot, can you still be happy in yourself knowing that you are helpless to do anything about it? We may not be able to change things or change our circumstances but should these facts deny us the ability to be happy? Real happiness therefore does not depend on material things and the more you learn in life the more you realise that is the case. We should strive to be happy above all things, what is the point in leading a miserable existence?

What shall this life be likened to
With all it’s faults both old and new?
What shall compare with all it’s doubts
With all it’s fears and all it’s wants?
We dream of better things to come
Our hearts are lifted by the sun.
But still we moan in misery
Despite good fortune, you and me.
When rain and wind and icy roads
Do sometimes keep us on our toes,
We think our lot so burdensome
We long for better times to come.
But what is life if every day
Presents no hurdles in our way?
How boring would exsistence be
A faultless life for you and me.

Copyright Shirley Anne 12 Feb 03

Be happy!

Shirley Anne