I don’t have anything inspiring to offer. No bold decision changed my life. I guess I’m just a boring person.
My life is built on repetition. I go to places I’ve been before. I eat foods I already know I like. I wake up at roughly the same hour, do the same things, end the day without a story worth retelling.
Nothing is especially wrong, which might be the most boring thing of all. No chaos to complain about. No crisis to overcome. Just ordinary moments, one after another.
What a boring place to live
It’s a shame. But the shame is subtle. I feel it the most when someone asks something like, “So, what have you been up to?” My mind goes blank. What should I answer? I have the same job, same apartment, same routine. Saying “nothing much” shouldn’t feel humiliating, but it does, like I’m failing the expectations of the one who asked. I wish I had something to brag about.
Take blogging on Hive for example. To me it feels like the world only rewards the loudest voices and the biggest stories. When I'm just existing quietly, it feels like I'm barely here.
But when I stop worrying about it, the feeling changes. I mean, there's comfort in knowing exactly how my coffee will taste in the morning. Or in knowing the route I’ll take home. My evenings are predictable. It’s not exciting, but it’s steady.
My joy comes from things that sound dull out loud. Getting a seat on the train and watching the city scroll by. Cooking the same fish dish every week because I know exactly how it will taste. The cat decided to sleep next to me on the sofa.
These aren’t great stories. Just boring daily life. Nobody would care if I posted them. But they matter to me, so I post it anyway. People don't read it? Fine. People like it? Sure, go ahead and read.
Last week it rained on my walk home. I didn’t have an umbrella. I got soaked. That’s it, that’s the whole story. I didn’t need to turn it into a lesson about embracing discomfort or a metaphor for life’s unexpected storms. I didn’t need to post about “finding beauty in the chaos” or extract some deeper meaning about resilience, because that would be fake from my end. In reality I just walked. Felt the cold water on my skin. Watched the puddles form. Went home and dried off.
Why would we need to turn every moment into a teaching opportunity anyway? I can eat the food, watch the show, live the day without making it profound for an audience that isn’t watching.
I’ve accepted that my life doesn’t require an audience. If I have a realization, I can keep it. My life isn’t raw material for a post. It’s just my life. I don’t need to inspire anyone.
Perhaps “boring” is just what calm looks like from the outside. It’s being grounded. I’ll probably wake up tomorrow and do exactly what I did today. No big finish. No sudden plot twist.
It’s quiet here, and I like it.
I also like to be calm. Others may see this as boring, but the important thing, in my case, is to feel serenity.
I couldn't agree more!
I could totally relate to this ..... but it's the tiny wee things that makes it all worth it. Like the unexpected arrival of your grandson and his 2 huge dogs who's sole purpose is to take a dump on your cleanly mowed lawns, or one of the downlights in your kitchen decides to stop working and you know your wife's going to keep reminding you to fix it. I look forward to the mundane, the boring, because that is where I find my peace. :-)
That is such a beautiful way to put it. There really is a unique kind of grounding peace in the mundane chaos of family life, even when it involves broken lights and messy lawns! I’m glad the post resonated with you. Thanks for reading!
You have said that your daily is not exciting then rain is coming. Wouldn't it be exciting? Where you live an unusual day. Maybe you're upset or somehow it's a different day, right? Anonymous said that the life we see as boring maybe the life that many people want. I don't want to tell you to be grateful, likeawise, I feel the same way sometimes. Bored. but then I realized that my boring life might be the life that people want. Fighting!
Yeah, that’s something I try to practice sometimes. I’ve found that true happiness actually comes from acceptance.
There is a Javanese saying: 'Nrimo ing pandum.' It might sound fatalistic, but to some extent, it holds true regarding what makes us happy.
I understand your point, but how about changing something for yourself. I mean are you happy the way you are, think about it. Thanks for sharing.
I mean, I am boring but I am happy, or in Albert Camus way: The struggle itself is enough to fulfil a man”s heart.
Life is absurd 😄