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Idle to pretend that we have lost paradise. We never had it; it is still to make.
Languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
discombobulated around
I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...
The lazy man aims at nothing, and generally hits it.
I let my mind wander.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
You skip merrily along,
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?
A purposeless and goalless life is meaningless
Boredom is the thing that regularly arrives between excitements and episodes of meaning: it is as natural as the tides, and in it an artist can drown.
Gloomy calm of idle vacancy.
A mind without purpose will wander in dark places.
without music he felt aimless and adrift.
Some people keep wandering aimlessly from womb to tomb. They seek nothing and achieve nothing.-RVM
I think of myself as naturally idle. The trouble is, the 'nothing' that I do every day is not really nothing. I potter. I muck about with emails, I make coffee, I fiddle with my computer to make sure that the book I haven't started writing is perfectly synced across all platforms and devices.
Thoughts without their fulfillment - is the beginning of idleness.
Like a car idling, I gave of my energy until there was nothing more in my tank to give... all the while going nowhere.
But here I am, twenty-four and lost. I'm practically walking in circles, not able to find a place in the world. I keep going around and around in this constant motion, never finding a reason to stop and just be. I'm always doing something. Always moving. Never stagnant. It's sort of exhausting.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you're empty you're at standstill and balance.
Without work, without direction, his thoughts were like a hamster on a wheel, circling and dancing with no destination and no possibility of arrival. With
Weightless and endless. Timeless and restless. Hopelessly breathless
We drift, often on a whim, searching for something to search for.
Are you thinking? Are you creating? Ask yourself whenever you feel boring?
Emptiness is a symptom that you are not living creatively. You either have no goal that is important enough to you, or you are not using your talents and efforts in a striving toward an important goal.
We're even more dazed than usual. Here we sit, empty, bewildered, contented. We have nothing to talk about, because nothing happens to us anymore, we're too poor, maybe life is sick of us. Why not?
Without sense of direction, efforts land nowhere.
My plans had seemed straightforward, then my road kept dipping and turning and I kept getting caught in its traps. No I felt mired in mud in the middle of nowhere. Lost.
Wonder, or wander?Wander-- Erin Healy
Whenever we are not occupied in one of these ways, but cast upon existence itself, its vain and worthless nature is brought home to us; and this is what we mean by boredom.
A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.
A pointless mind is a careful mind.when you're pointless, you don't know which one is your true goal. It takes time to process what is good and what's not. And when it is all set, it means success is achieved.
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
without purpose your sharp perceptions and subtle noticings are just an excuse to swim around inside your own head like a goldfish whilst the real world rages on about you. You're all vision and no purpose, in a world that demands we constantly ready ourselves not to bark, but to bite.
I'm sure he doesn't see it as aimless. We all have different goals. His are achievable.
There is direction but there is no destination
I feel empty and purposeless, like the first day of summer after school ends, but I am free.
Woe to those who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness and must be cured in childhood. If it is not cured then, it can never be cured.
I slunk
off in the direction of the cocktail table - the only place in
the garden where a single man could linger without looking
purposeless and alone.
Those who choose to have no real purpose in life are ever rootless and dissatisfied, tossed by their aimlessness into ever-changing situations.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
My mind rebels at stagnation.
A life without a purpose is a languid, drifting thing. Every day we ought to renew our purpose, saying to ourselves: This day let us make a sound beginning, for what we have hitherto done is nought.
Having no destination,
I am never lost.
I'm not very happy idle. There's always this voice in my head that says, 'I should be writing.'
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.
Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything.
Rather do what is nothing to the purpose than be idle; that the devil may find thee doing. The bird that sits is easily shot, when fliers scape the fowler. Idleness is the Dead Sea that swallows all the virtues, and the self-made sepulchre of a living man.
[W]alking sometimes in a perfectly desolate plain where there have been no houses nor trees to guide me, I have been occasionally compelled to remain stationary for hours together, waiting till the rain came before continuing my journey.
Sometimes i sits and thinks and sometimes i just sits
What we colloquially call 'feeling bored' is just the mind, acting out of a self-preserving reflex, ejecting information it has despaired of knowing where to place.
There is even rhythm in being empty.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Meanwhile the Mind of Pittance watched over them, and looked out into the resounding silence and the sun-freckled darkness of the spaces between the stars, forever content and ineffably satisfied with the absence of anything remotely interesting happening.
I am capable of being idle.
Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.
Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron.
Paradoxical as it may seem, the purposeful life has no content, no point. It hurries on and on, and misses everything. Not hurrying, the purposeless life misses nothing, for it is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
helplessly through
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness ...
You keep floudering and never get anywhere.
We're lost where the mind can't find us
utterly lost
He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
With nothing meaningful in life, nothing is interesting. Enter boredom. A bored man even longs for longing. He has time to fill, but there is nothing compelling to do.
Everyone was searching for something, conducting lively arguments, getting excited, but behind it all one felt weariness, disillusion, emptiness.
But the trouble is there aren't any bends in my road. I can see it stretching straight out before me to the sky-line ... endless monotony. Oh, does life ever frighten you, Anne, with its blankness ... its swarms of cold, uninteresting people?
Idleness was so often despised. And yet it was on idleness, she knew, that one touched meaning and peace.
His lazy eye drifting around the room like a child looking for the bathroom.
Have an objective in life! Or you feel lost in life!
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place ...
If you're not doin anything and you don't have goals and you got nothing to do then you might as well go jump off something, you just wasting the air.
I feel as if my mission is to write, to see, to observe, and I feel lazy if I'm not reaching conclusions. I feel stupid. I feel as if I'm wasting my time.
I wander as I walk straight ahead. When it's time, I show up at the office like everyone else. When it's not time, I go to the river to gaze at the river, like everyone else. I'm no different. And behind all this, O sky my sky, I secretly constellate and have my infinity.
The idle always have a mind to do something.
Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool.
A man's life may stagnate as literally as water may stagnate, and just as motion and direction are the remedy for one, so purpose and activity are the remedy for the other.
It's a weary, sickening sensation to wander without the need for sleep and never find what you're looking for. After a while you give up, either because you don't care anymore or you know you don't deserve it.
Only I am clumsy, like drifting on the waves of the sea, without direction.
I wonder what people do when they have no place to go and no place to be.
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.
He was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back.
If you have no major purpose, you are drifting toward certain failure.
You are still adrift while you still think that a means is an end.
I was adrift, tugged and pulled by the gravity of solitude, a festering hunger driving me like a relentless martinet
In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, securely anchored to myself. Whatever the vacillations of other people, I thought myself terrifically constant. But now, here I am, dragging a frayed line, and my anchor gone.
So we are steaming along without any landmark; we can't gauge our speed. We are making progress and yet nothing is changing. It's not navigation but dreaming.
Without a clear purpose, you will keep changing directions, jobs, relationships, churches, or other externals - hoping each change will settle the confusion or fill the emptiness in your heart.
i am always bored".
So this was what being alone was like, she thought. ... It was this wandering in a sea of people with the anchor lifted, and all of it oddly pointless and confusing.
All around, everywhere you look, is dullness and uncertainty. Even something born of beauty soon leads to boredom and banality, commonplace, the human ritual, the tedious rhythm of life.
Empty words from an empty person.
lounging around the pull
Whenever you squander attention on something that doesn't put your brain through its paces and stimulate change, your mind stagnates a little and life feels dull.
Unsure where she was to find a purpose or meaning to her life, she passed one formless day after another.
Doing nothing was much more productive than people thought; Jackson often had his most profound insights when he appeared to be entirely idle. He didn't get bored, he just went into a nothing kind of place.
A distracted existence leads us to no goal
If you make an inner-intent to remain steady in a completely unsteady atmosphere, you will be able to remain steady. This is because steadiness is indeed the quality of your own Self-form. So then, what do You have do with what is unsteady?