When you read a story starring a passive protagonist to whom things just happen and they bob along like a bit of flotsam on a flooding river of life, we find that boring. We want our hero to be proactive, to direct their story, to act.
Isn’t it funny, therefore, how often we settle for the passive path for ourselves? When things get bumpy we try to ride it out, when perhaps what we should do is jump into the raging torrent and swim for another opportunity?
No wonder real life can seem so boring sometimes.