These days; this time and the moments in-between. It is what it is, yet, sooner than you know will become what it was.
And here we are, suspended in anticipation and not paying attention to all we need to see. It is more than what needs to be, and far less than we notice.
We must become better observers. We are spectators, really, watching life pass us by. Onlookers. Bystanders: some of us more than others.
I’m still not sure if I need to see more or be more.
Life’s progress is often thwarted by unexpected actions, most often beyond our control.The plans we plan, daily or well in advance, are not allowed to materialize and never reach that point of satisfaction we intended.
If we wait too long for the stars to align, for some kind of hope, or some kind of sign, if we let our lives hang on still-bated breath, we will forever wonder what is still to come or what we have left. If we don’t own the moments, or make them our own, will we ever feel like we’ve made our way home? If we can’t be honest with others, and especially our selves, can we ever explain why or how we once felt? If we wait too long, it may never arrive. Stop waiting, start doing, start feeling alive.