In Buddhism they say your enemy is one that comes across as sweet but is not, like flattery.
And sometimes we do not recognize what is beautiful as beautiful.
Moments when I have nothing to do are beautiful moments, potentially. And I see 'nothing' is what I used to be scared of. Mind would run towards accomplishments, sport, entertainment, when 'nothing' is beautiful, and that only. Nothing is active, nothing is truly open, nothing is fun, in the hands of one who is bereft of lethargy and passion. It opens true doors of exploring, of undoing, of unlearning, of true being.
We unfortunately tell ourselves we are bored. What void are we trying to constantly fill?
