Day 89/100. When I think back to my childhood days, I remember being bored. Not a lot and not on any particular occasion, but I remember this feeling of boredom. I would sometimes go to my parents and complain that I was bored. I marvel at this memory because as an adult, I am never bored. Is it because we now have phones to distract ourselves? Is it because time passes more quickly when we get older? Is it because my adult life is actually much busier? Or is it because as an adult I feel emp...
