What are we waiting for?
For so long I found myself waiting,
waiting for a better life,
waiting for more money,
waiting until I have got this mindfulness thing a bit more,
waiting until I am little older and wiser
waiting for the clouds to clear,
waiting for peace and calm,
waiting for something, anything to happen,
waiting before I can fully live this life.
What a false illusion. In waiting for all the cards to line up perfectly, I missed living.
I missed the fact that I was breathing, awake, alive, vital.
I missed the fact that life isn’t always perfect and that imperfection is ok.
I missed the smell of fresh coffee (my favourite),
I missed the birds singing
I missed so many sunsets.
Words cannot adequately describe it, all that is left is this.
I’ve given up waiting, I hope you will do the same.