I am bored with my whole life. It makes little sense.
The longer I exist the less I am enthralled
By what life has to offer. The matter with me
Is that I’ve lost connection. I would like to be
Who I am at my finest. I’m neither appalled
Nor delighted. I’ve lost the feeling of suspense.
I want to feel contentment. I want to let go
Of all that I’ve been pushing against. I am done
With the struggle and striving. I just want to be
Comfortable and wholesome within my body.
I can get there on my own. I’m the only one
Who can make changes to my feeling status quo.
My boredom is the tipping point to contentment.
If I can make that tiny jump I’m on my way
To releasing resistance to feeling better.
The appropriate practice indeed must occur.
Life for me can seem like a delightful ballet.
How I feel at the moment I cannot resent.
I know that things are going sufficiently well.
With that thought I can feel some internal relief.
Noticing the positive aspects of my life
I can lower the frequency of psychic strife.
That I can control how I feel is my belief
Otherwise I’d be living unspeakable hell.