The Waiting Game

What are you waiting for? You are all familiar with this sense of waiting: for something to happen, for circumstances to change, to reach some place from which you can finally feel a sense that you've arrived. What each one is waiting for is unique to each individual but that sense of waiting, of anticipation, of frustration - that sense is common to all.

Perhaps you are waiting for your dream career, perhaps your waiting to find love, or maybe your waiting for a lucky break, or your waiting for peace of mind. Maybe you are waiting to explore the world, maybe you're waiting to explore yourself, maybe you are waiting to truly live, laugh and love, maybe you're waiting for the pain to end. The flavors are endless, but no matter what your particular flavor of choice is, the waiting is the same.

Waiting is an addiction, one that afflicts the vast majority. And as with any addiction, satisfying the craving doesn't get rid of it, it amplifies it. That's the brilliant irony of the waiting game, the sarcastic punchline to it all. The only thing waiting guarantees is just more waiting. Regardless of what you are waiting for, regardless of whether you get what it is you want or not.

You will still continue to wait, because the waiting is what allows you to postpone the inevitable realization: that there is no other place to get to, there is no other person to become, that there is no experience that is worth anything more than who, what and where you are right here and right now.

When you see that what you were waiting for can never be fulfilled, when you truly see this, not intellectually but on a most fundamental level, then all waiting comes to a stop. And paradoxically, in the same moment you can see that you are already fulfilled and always have been. That the sense of lack you felt WAS the waiting. You were the fisherman, you were the line and the hook and you were the fish that took the bait each time - hook, line and sinker.