“There were some concepts he could accept even if he didn’t understand them or agree with them. After all, not only could he not know everything, there would always be someone who knew more than he did, or who knew anything on subjects about which he knew nothing.
There was, however, one mood or feeling or idea–whatever it was called–that he didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand: boredom.
How could anyone be bored in this world? Not just because of the unending creative efforts or activities designed to keep us from being bored–music, movies, books, art, sports, recreation. The beauty and ferocity of the planet was something to wonder over and enjoy constantly. The study of human and animal nature was anyone’s for the taking. Even getting lost in a daydream, a fantasy, a reminiscence–these were free, available anywhere, for the young and old, well or unwell, rich or poor. The mind was an infinite playground.
Boredom. Bah! He just didn’t believe in it.”
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
He has a sweet worried face … I love him, and I also love the pet prose!
Thank you. =)