Things I think of

There have been numerous attempts to make it a habit for myself to write about something to keep a record of this existence. Feels like the urge grows more mighty as the years pass.  A friend of mine once told me that the condition of your teeth is a representation of your life. If that is true, then, my life is falling apart. However, I am in a situation, at the current state, that I believe there is no exit other than the recently censored word.   For starters, reducing screen time has become the new focus and we shall see if I can keep log of every time I have the urge to doom scroll. Swiping up on your phone endlessly to keep the mind distracted from the boring passage of time. But, who said it was boring, or that it boredom must be fulfilled with entertainment?  Why do we want to distract ourselves from the boredom of life? When did it become boring? Why is it so boring? I, probably, won't be able to answer all these questions in one post. Although, I do think o...