There’s a fine line between tranquility and boredom and between boredom and depression.
Nothing makes a person want to break a window like serenity.
The same thing that can pacify us will smother us to death.
Where’s the line?
Or is it a when?
Is peace something we can only stand for a limited time?
A human compulsion for turbulence.
Somewhere deep in our reptile brain we need to feel like we are fighting for this life.