As I was sitting at the airport today waiting for my flight home, I weighted my options on how to kill my time: read Cosmo, browse the web, email friends, talk on the phone, listen to music, or eat. Given the amount of time I had, I did 3 out of those 6 things, but I suddenly found all the quiet bustling activities going on around me somewhat more interesting. Planes flying in and out, baggage being tossed from here to there, people waving hellos and goodbyes…and I thought, this is it.
Our lives are always in transit, yet we’re always waiting for something. Waiting to go from being an assistant to manager, to go from being Ms. to Mrs. – waiting for that moment when things will change. I had been preparing myself and waiting for this past week for over a month, and it came and went. And although I felt like my life was being played in fast forward during the entire week, I just put everyone else’s life back home on pause. But sitting at the airport, watching everything made me realize that you can’t press the pause button on life because time never waits for anyone – no matter how long you do.
Mostly we’re always waiting for things to go from now to then… and luckily, the hands on a clock only move in one direction. It’s only a matter of time till months dwindle down to weeks, and weeks to days… until all you have to look forward to is that one single moment.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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