The constant of anything bores me.
Constant rainfall for days, constant heat waves for weeks, or a constant chill in the air kills the pleasure of winter.
Emotions which are constant, are often a sign for help, because constant laughter can make us superficial and detached from reality, and constant sorrow might label us as clinically depressed.
While consistency is a core foundation of discipline, which, when applied to any sphere of life, can help attain unimaginable pursuits, a constant chase does the opposite.
I’m consistent and not constant.
Because Constant not only bores me but also burns me out!
Warmly,
Mehnaz Amjad.