Being bored is caused by the intimacy of intelligence, and the desirability that's being reclaimed. Masked by strenuous thoughts, boredom is continuing to come down in droves. What are you going to do with your life? My thoughts keep asking me. Life itself brings about its own kind of strife. The childlike spirit of innocence can rupture a person's innermost qualities; the preoccupation of thoughts. Hitting the mark of anticipation, the notion of togetherness can run away with the wind, catching only glimpses of creativity by presuming the outcome of their adventurous daredevil tactics. Steadfast and triumphant, we tend to forget what matters most in our intellectual form of communication. This is why our memories blur, lost in the noise of complex thoughts. The true method of our identity is when we deny our sense of purpose. To capture every precious detail of our imagination, we become resilient; we don't trust our own instincts. We can hinder our ability to pour out the most evident form of desirability by the unforgettable drive of creativity. Facing a reckoning, we will begin to laugh. Laughter is good for the soul. By acknowledging our own imperfections, we can start to reconcile. The surest way to regain the love we once shared is to admit our wrongdoing. Desirability, transformed into something thought-provoking, imaginative, and skilled, instinctively puts our thought patterns into perspective. No one else had ever considered a perspective that would tap into our mental copacity.