It’s been a long while but I remember feeling that I never enjoy anything. Through whatever that’s happening to me or wherever or whoever I might be with, I recall this sensation that all I’m trying to do is wait for whatever’s next. If it’s bad surely it’ll be good someday, oh it’s good, it can definetely get better, is it better already? How about we wait for great! Sure, waiting anxiously is not a sin but inspite of the million things I might hate about being an adult, knowing how to let go and walk away at the right moment from certain things is not one of them.
But isn’t everyone like that? Waiting for the next best thing thing to happen. Too busy rushing through life to truly enjoy a moment. We all want to get on with whatever it is that we’re supposed to be doing with our lives. And everything in between only seems like that quick breakfast and shower that you must take before actually heading to work. And yet there are these moments of brilliant clarity; where it dawns upon you, ” Wait, this is it, this is my life happening.So I’d better slow down, watch, take it in and try my best to enjoy it all the way to the end.” It might sound existential and terribly bleak but we’re all fleeting and whatever you have right here, right now, is what it is. So your fleeting self should better make the best of it’s fleeting moments.
We get bored of people and let’s be honest, we even get bored of ourselves.Yet ‘all this’, is not an amusing movie, it’s serious business, a thriller at it’s best. If you’ll fast forward through this you’ll just be out of context and even with all the context it’s still like a Christopher Nolan movie with no re-watch permitted.
So in a way with all this waiting for the next best thing and fast forwarding not only are we being incredibly patient but also equally impatient at the same time. There’s nothing you and me can do about it except getting our act together because life is and will be an oxymoron.