The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. ~Bertrand Russell
It seems my entire life has been spent waiting. Waiting for the day I would become a teenager, waiting to leave home to go to college, waiting for college to be over so I could live as an adult. Waiting, I’m always waiting for the next big moment. Does life even have big moments? Well, I reckon it does, a wedding day, child birth, winning the lottery. But what about us average people? Why do we spend so much time waiting to become something else? Do you know what I mean? My life will be “complete” when I lose weight, find a man, or any other of the many goals that keep us from realizing our full potential right now. It seems I’ve waited my entire life, and through it all, I was here all along. By waiting, I’ve let my life pass by, day after day. Looking back I see as I waited for my life to begin, I missed out on a lot of the living in that before mentioned childhood, teenage-dom, adulthood.
What I failed to realize all these years is those little glimpses of life, the moments of joy and clarity, moments of acute indecision and pain, that is as good as it gets and frankly it’s the best possible way to live. While I’ve been waiting for a life of epic proportions, some by-line worthy of a movie of the week life, I’ve missed the best part of all, I closed my eyes to the real “big picture.” My life, your life too, it isn’t written in the big moments we have, it’s written in our homes, our cities, the faces and places about us, in our dreams and prayers, fights and secrets. This life we live, this mundane pedestrian life, no matter what we wait for, right now is the most precious moment we will ever experience. Heck, I reckon I oughta make the best of it from now on. Have a wonderful weekend!