Just to throw in a bit more really on where I'm coming from...to save from sounding like some incense-burning aaa-oooom type hippie...
I'm pretty happy in my life.
Yeah sure, there are some things I'd like to achieve...we can always be better and do better perhaps...and in time and with effort I probably
will.
I've had some good times in my life - and a decent whack of the bad too.
Shed blood, tears, heartache and despair...yeah yeah...haven't we all.
I have a strong faith in that which I term God, and do try to live my life in a manner that I feel is *right*.
I don't always succeed in that to be honest...sometimes the darker parts of me gain the upperhand, but eventually I do return to that right path and
learn from the mistakes I make.
Normally anyway
That feeling of waiting.
Waiting for 'it'.
Waiting for something...waiting for...who knows.
A miracle? An awakening? Global enlightenment? The Second Coming? A great shoe sale?
Waiting for 'it' seems to also carry with it a feeling of wanting for something. Wanting and yearning for something...that will do what? Complete
us? Bring peace? Burst forth with harmony? Stop pain?
I know when I got married my heart just exploded into a totally different stratosphere of love. I thought I could not possibly love someone any
deeper...and yet, seeing my wife standing at the entranceway of the Church, seeing her walk down that aisle...wow. Boom. Love just lifted to a whole
new level.
And so it does. On it goes.
When we got pregnant the same thing - Boom.
And then to see my baby boy for the first time...to hold him in my arms, smell him, hear him, cuddle him to my chest and kiss his forehead.
To wake and see him there in his crib. To return from work each day and hold him again. To bathe him, change him, feed him and play with him.
To gaze into his eyes and tell him that he is the most loved person alive.
...I don't wait for anything...except maybe for the work day to be over so I may return home and hold my son again.
...I guess where I'm coming from is that sometimes the old cliches are the goodies: Life is what you make it - and life is not a dress rehersal.
...what are YOU waiting for...in this journey of life you can either be the bus-driver or the passenger...
Peace.
[edit on 17-10-2009 by alien]