Not interesting. Not boring.
Sometimes, that’s worth searching for.
Because I ask questions and go in search of what I’m curious about, I find myself often exploring things I find interesting.
Some of those things are as old as old. Some of those things are as new as the latest fad.
Somehow, I’ve noticed a slight change in my taste. Not all the things I enjoy are interesting, by many standards. Neither are they boring.
Loving, just loving. Not ‘passionately’, not stingingly. Just wholeheartedly living out a life of love isn’t interesting, neither is is boring.
Reading is no longer interesting. Neither is it boring. It’s just reading. And it’s so lovable. I can read interesting things; I love to. But the art of reading isn’t.
The same applies to writing - especially bringing together words that aren’t boring, neither are they interesting on their own. It’s often exciting to write words down. But the sum of all parts reveals the beauty the piece holds. And the love that went into making it.
Some can say the same of photography, and praying, and maybe, parenting, and many other things.
I still live by my commitment to do interesting things with people I find interesting. And between those doings, I enjoy the warmth of things that are neither interesting nor boring.