Waiting, But Never Long Enough: The Paradox of Patience

I'm waiting, but I almost never wait long enough. 'Waiting' implies a willingness to hold space for something yet to come, but in my experience, I often find myself rushing ahead, impatient for the next stage, the next milestone. This leaves me feeling like I'm always chasing, never truly appreciating the present moment, the beauty of the journey itself. Perhaps this is a common human struggle: we desire what's to come, but rarely allow ourselves the time to fully savor the anticipation, the delicious uncertainty of the unknown. In the rush to get to the 'finish line,' we miss out on the richness of the experience itself. Perhaps it's time to practice a different kind of waiting, one where we embrace the space between, where we hold the anticipation gently, allowing ourselves to fully engage with the present moment. Maybe, just maybe, in the stillness of waiting, we'll find a deeper sense of presence, a richer understanding of what truly matters.