At some point, Marcus, experiences and emotions get repetitive. Even that spontaneous search for joy in every moment becomes a banal chore, that might seem pleasantly familiar but is exactly the same as it has been several times before.
Even dawn recycles her orange tulle veil.
You’re right, perhaps, that is how it’s meant to be. Boredom is just a sign that one hasn’t accepted the inevitable monotony of existence.
It depends on how high you set the bar.
Up there, where stars are born and imploding constantly, where creation is in constant flux, where everything touches the entire universe though nothing does.
That’s why we made poetry… and dreams.
one unfulfilled promise