Life and what it is about.

Sometimes it feels like I’m waiting for something. Actually, it almost always feels like I’m waiting for something. Waiting for dinner to cook. Waiting for that special person to call. Heck, waiting just to find that special person. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for an answer. Waiting for the “too good to be true” to show its real colors. Always waiting. But life is like that, I suppose. If we spend our time trying to reach a particular destination, we miss out on everything in between. If we are waiting to find our soulmate, we are missing out on all the lovely people who fill in the gaps. If we are waiting until we are completely content, we are missing out on the little moments that make life beautiful. And if we are waiting for the day when we wake up and everything makes sense, we are simply wasting our time.

Life is made up of all those wonderful, awkward, unforgettable “in-between” moments. Life is that drunk night you can’t remember or the starry sky that you never wanted to look away from. Life is when you hold your mother's wrinkled hand in yours and feel bursting gratitude in your heart. Life is that perfect moment when you lock eyes with a stranger and then continue on your way. Life is the person who calls you just to make sure that you’re okay or the laughter that fills a room of friends. Life is stopping to smell the flowers and smiling at people you don’t know. Life is when you decide to lift someone's spirit and spend time to care for them. Life is reading a good piece of literature and appreciate its beauty. Life is the minutes you spend with a person who you care deeply about. 

Life doesn’t have a destination. Stop waiting for it, and start living.


(From Mike.)

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My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

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I am lousy in explaining myself in words as I believe articulating something as complicated as personality stringed together in sentences does no justice to the profoundness in me. I may not know much but I know this much is true. I have morbid fascination over people's stories regardless where they came from or what background they grew up in. I indulge in their stories not because I'm nosy but because I find them enriching mine. I wish to be awed by the possibilities and differences I find in people from all over the world and I never hesitate to befriend them if the attraction is likewise. I am a creature of language, emotions, rationality experiences, comprehension, and love. I use words and ideas to change the world, I cling to my emotions and rationality to yield decisions, I base my decisions on experiences, I define skewed things I find through a weak attempt of comprehension and I love almost everyone.