Workstation?

I'm convinced that boredom is derived from a restless mind, except for when I'm really bored. Only when my mind has defined and labeled the moment as boring and when I trust it to be true can boredom start to exist, and not even then.

In reality boredom never occurred, only in the mind has it appeared as a very personal interpretation of reality. Like all objectifying tags applied to reality it makes us blind to what really is.

Meditation is a state of conscious boredom, a technique to quiet the mind and increase awareness of thoughts. I'm askin myself: Is this craving for more and better a never ending occupation to keep the mind away from boredom or a beautiful search for fulfilment?

Comes to My mind: "I need a new workstation"