Monday, February 28, 2005
Waiting
Last Sunday I found myself waiting on several different occasions, none of which I enjoyed. From waiting to get into a church parking lot to the even longer wait to get out. I waited to get into the dining hall to eat and then proceeded to wait in line to actually get food and again to get something to drink. I’ve spent the last few days and will spend the next few weeks waiting for spring break and after that I’ll start waiting for the summer. As I waited to exit the church parking lot, my roommate lightened the mood by telling me that the average American spends seven years waiting in line. This depressing factoid is comparatively insignificant to the fact that we spend our entire lives waiting for something, with or without lines.
As I sit here and type a journal for English class, I am waiting for me to hurry up and finish so I can go and do something fun. I am waiting for the weekend and a break from all this work, I am waiting for “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” to come out in theaters, I am waiting to get something to eat, and I am waiting for billions of other things which are both significant and insignificant. To most people waiting is dull and interminable, but what they don’t realize (myself included) is that without something to wait for, there would be nothing good to look forward to. If everything you waited for happened in an instant, what would you have to look forward to? What would there be left to live for?