A fine line exists between boredom and contentment. I used to stagger back and forth across this line each day playing the shakuhachi flute (Google Blowing Zen, One Mind One Breath). Years ago, our Taoist group put a Taoist slant on the Christian’s “Born again” — “Be bored again”… No wonder attendance was light!
The curious thing about boredom is that we are tempted to blame ‘out there’ for causing the boredom we feel ‘in here’. One key step toward self-understanding took place when I realized the boredom I felt was my fault. That helped me contend less with reality, i.e., what is vs. what I want. Ironically, accepting responsibility neutralizes fault. Chapter 8 tells it like it is, He alone does not contend, Hence, there is no blame. Yet, biological instincts clamor denial… “It’s not my fault”, they scream.
Biology drives us to squirm away from boring contentment and seek greener grasses. In the wild, we can’t afford to know the truth that chapter 33 reveals, He who knows contentment is rich. Chapter 65 describes Mother Nature perfectly: Of ancients adept in the way, none ever use it to enlighten people, They will use it in order to fool them. Who is more adept in the way than nature? She uses biology to fool us animals into feeling that more is always better. Yet, that’s only true in the wild. I can see through life’s con game better now that I know about nature’s bio-hoodwink. Fool me once; fool me twice… eventually I get it.