I used to flinch at boredom.
A line at the store, a quiet minute,
and my hand found the phone before I’d decided to.
The empty moments never got to finish.
But I noticed something.
My best ideas never came mid-scroll.
They came in the gaps.
On the walk. In the shower.
In the dull, unfilled minute
I’d been so quick to kill.
So I started leaving the gaps alone.
Staring out the window.
Letting the line be boring.
It turns out an idea
needs a little empty space to arrive.
I’d been interrupting it for years.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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