I really want to post a better reply, but my Prozac hasn’t kicked in yet so I’ll just do a brief synopsys(sp?). This is drivel. Nicely written, though.
It rings true from my own experience. Culturally, we’ve lost sight of the fact that life isn’t endlessly stimulating, rewarding, and interesting. A significant degree of boredom and what’s called depression is just a reflection of a life lived without direction or purpose.
But purpose doesn’t come in pill form, we have to find it for ourselves.