Limbo

Often we find ourself waiting in life; waiting to finish work, for the weekend, for our holidays, for retirement, waiting to meet the right partner, the right time to have children, for the baby to stop crying, for the chores to be finished, waiting for the warmer weather, the sun to shine, the flowers to bloom, for the next cigarette, next drink, next caffeine high, next spiritual high, waiting for the end of all the discomfort, the pain, the fear, the longing, for grace to come, for the lightening to strike, for our "flaws'" to be fixed, to be free of all conditioning, for the epiphany of realising the truth of who we really are... waiting for the end of all the waiting. And so we live in expectation; expectation of some future moment of happiness, of fulfillment  of revelation, thereby making this moment somehow inferior, somehow lacking, a stepping stone to somewhere else, or maybe so painful, ugly or terrifying that it is in desperate need of escaping.

We can spend a lifetime in waiting, in limbo, convinced that happiness lies under the next stone, around the next corner, over the brow of the next hill, or maybe we start to notice that the waiting never ends, that the goal posts are continually moving, that whenever we do finally get what we think we want, the moment of satisfaction is only ever fleeting, before we become caught in some new cycle of longing and take our seat once more in the waiting room of life.