When very bored recite: ‘It was during the next twenty minutes that there occurred one of those tiny incidents which revolutionize the whole course of our life and alter the face of history. Truly we are the playthings of enormous fates.’
~ Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave
I begin to understand why nothing really remarkable ever happens to me: I haven’t been bored in about twenty-five years.
Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality; and a faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson, An Apology for Idlers
I like to think that I have a deep but sadly unexploited faculty for idleness (which, by the way, is something quite different than a tendency toward boredom). In fact, I could do with a lot more idleness in my life, but sometimes we choose busyness and sometimes busyness chooses us.