Everyone is always waiting.
Everywhere I go, people are waiting.
People were waiting in the grocery store today, waiting to give someone their money in exchange for food and toilet paper.
I waited in traffic today, waiting for the traffic light to change colors.
Sometimes I’m waiting for a text. Sometimes I wait forever.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that it’s stupid to wait forever. I have to do other things in the mean time. I can’t always be waiting for something in the future.
Maybe that’s just my problem. Maybe you don’t have a problem with it. But I don’t think so. Meditation is big lately–I think that’s because a lot of people are waiting for something. A lot of us. And we need a way of getting ourselves back into the present moment.
The present moment is the part where things are actually happening. The part where we’re actually alive.
But it’s hard. For me, anyway. It’s hard to live in the present moment when I’m waiting for something in the future.
I’m waiting right now.
Writing is a kind of meditation for me. I use up all the space in my brain. I have to close all the extra apps running in the background to have enough mental RAM. If I try to write and think about something else at the same time, nothing will make any sense.
That’s why none of this is making any sense.
I’m not good at living in the moment.
If you’ve figured out how to do it, let me know.