Most of Life is Waiting.
I am always dreaming about the next adventure or reminiscing about great experiences of the past. I live for the “big moments” of life.
I have this same attitude with movies.
You might call our family “Star Wars fans”. This summer, our kids binge watched Episodes 1-6 during a road trip out west. They own a Star Wars encyclopedia and spout off random facts like a Jeopardy champion. Heck! Our first-born was named after Laura and I watched Episode 3 in the theater. Need I prove our love for the films any more?
When we found out there was a whole new round of Star Wars movies being made, our family was giddy with anticipation. Well…except Hayden, he held a “healthy” dose of skepticism (as usual). Still, after the latest trailer even his heart was warmed to what lies ahead.
It is fascinating to watch how our society has reacted to the release of another Star Wars movie. I am left with the question, “Could it be that we have totally lost our ability to wait?” Each trailer is anticipated like a movie of its own. Chat forums are full of theories and speculations. Movie theaters are already sold out. We don’t know what to do with all the time between now and the release of the movie.
Here are some observations I’ve made about our culture over the last few years…
When our internet doesn’t connect within 2 seconds we start to get anxious.
Unprecedented access to each other through cell phones, texting and social media means there is an expectation that we will always be able to reach someone right away.
Our entertainment is available immediately. For example, I never have to worry about listening to the radio to hear my favorite song. I can just go to iTunes or Pandora.
Even our questions are answered without delay. We simply ask…our phone.
Waiting is a lost art.
I can spend so much time thinking about the future and seeking to avoid waiting that I miss out in the here and now. That little conversation with my kids, the extra minute with Laura, experiencing the emotion of what others are going through. All of these get lost when I refuse to wait. Perhaps a reason why I refuse to wait (even for good things) is pride. I have a desire to be in control of my universe. I want to make the rules.
The events I spend so much time longing to “hurry up and get here”, rarely satisfy in the way I hope. At best, it is like watching a good movie. I am wrapped up in the moment but quickly move on afterward.
I pray that I will have the courage to wait well. Whether cooking ribs, growing blueberry bushes or traveling to a galaxy far, far away, the good stuff happens when we wait.