A state of boredom

Ennui is my enemy
A state of non-action
Numbs me into senselessness
And, takes away from my effort
To try and do and create
Life seems an endless chasm of boredom
With routine, mindless tasks
Some pleasure, some pain
Family who loves us and friends who come and go
Talk of education, career, marriage, children and fulfillment
What an utterly joyless way of living life
Where duties are done, we do what's required to keep a state of equilibrium
An atmosphere of so-called peace that we are supposed to thrive in
Except the thought of these things leave me bored
If a state of mind is dictated by factors, external or internal
Why don't we listen to their call?
Why limit ourselves?
Sometimes I think suffering is the only thing that makes us feel alive
Yet, nobody chooses to suffer, nobody plans to take difficult paths except those with conviction
Then us of the middle lot are indeed doomed
To live in a life under-lived for the lack of effort to immerse oneself
Passion remains a far away dream enjoyed by the special lot who chose to take the hard road by choice
And the rest of us are left to settle for the mediocre
And express their predicament in mild rants like these