I know boredom has its own importance though I perhaps wouldn’t know how to articulate its importance. As children, there was no agenda for our summer holidays. They were peppered with bouts of running around, playing cards in the afternoon with cousins, having occasional arguments which sometimes ended with us bashing up each other, putting henna on our palms, sometimes helping with housework or simply doing nothing. Entertainment was mostly play or reading. In between studies and all these “activities” was the time to get bored. Boredom gave us a chance to do unproductive tasks such as to daydream, to idle around, to think, to imagine, to observe, or to stare into space.
I don’t know what has happened to boredom nowadays – we just don’t seem to find time to get bored. There are endless chores to be done and after endless hours of work, there is hardly any idle time. People are so wrapped up with their work, that finding time for a conversation over coffee gets tough. We need to sometimes live boredom, and teach boredom to our children. These pauses in time are ideal for reflection, talking or doing nothing. Sometimes it is good to be purposeless.