Boredom is a bizarre state. How can humans bore themselves to death when they are in a world so full of mysteries? Maybe the tendency one has to become bored is an indicator of their own nature. A shortage of sensibility or a pathologic inflation of the rational mind can lead to chronic boredom.
There is more art in living, than in all the rest. When there is nothing to do, why not remain still, and patiently wait for the moment when there is something to do? Humans are always seeking something they do not need. Unrestfulness, agitation and a neurotic obsession with being occupied. Multiply this process by seven billion and you got to live in the wonders of the...well, most boring civilization of all.
The effort to escape boredom, only augments it. When life is lived in its fullness there is no room for boredom, because it will be repleted with everything natural: challenges, struggles and a powerful will to overcome them all.
The ease of modern living gives a palid tone to life. When seen from this perspective, life is a deformed beast. It is bland, boring, superficial, annoying and disposable. But, where is possible to live, is possible to live well.
If you recreate life, in its natural fullness, maybe, boredom will be forever gone.