No time is ever good enough

Waking up this morning to see the white ground and snowflakes silently falling down, the atmosphere of waiting for Christmas was so tangible in the air. Add a few Christmas songs to the scene and it was exactly what these two months before the big celebration are about - waiting. But why do we get the excitement always from waiting for things to happen?

When something really fascinating happens, of course we find joy and excitement in that moment, I'm not saying I don't enjoy reality. However, it seems like in very many parts of life we are constantly waiting for something. I am a living proof of that, my older posts are very strongly about waiting for my own, independent life to start but now that it has started, do I enjoy it to the fullest or do I keep waiting for the next big step? It is the same with Christmas; we get tuned to the atmosphere for two months for what, a few days? It is indeed worth waiting for but somehow it still feels like we might lose something while we have our minds set on that certain event in the future.

In the spring kids wait for their summer vacation, in August they wait for school to start again. We wait for a reply to a text from a special person so eagerly we cannot concentrate on anything else. We wait for the next day only to wish it'd be already over. Constantly waiting for something is a much bigger part of our lives than we'd think and the question is whether we only live through something to wait for. Living in the moment is extremely hard, especially when the moment you have now does not have the certain feeling, atmosphere, event or person you want the most.