I remember as I was a kid, lying on my back in the grass for what it felt like hours, just staring at clouds. No phone, no TV, no background noise. Sometimes I’d make up entire stories from the shapes in the sky. Sometimes I’d just… think.

These days, when the second there’s silence, our hand it reach for a screen. A podcast, some memes, a scroll of some posts, or a song before bed, or while waiting in line. The quiet moments that once shaped my imagination they now gets drowned out before they even begin.

Maybe the real necessary boredom it wasn’t a curse. Maybe it was a gift. A training ground for patience, creativity, innovation, or even wonder.

So here’s the my only one question: when was the last time when you were truly bored?