On Waiting

Over time, I’ve noticed that life has this weird quality, especially in our complex, advanced society: so much of life is waiting, preparing, anticipating, hoping for or expecting. Then a thing happens or it doesn’t happen, and then you move onto the next thing: wait for it, prepare for it, anticipate or hope for it and then it happens or doesn’t happen and onto the next…ad infinitum…

But meanwhile, it’s good to just enjoy the ride, I think, the experience, whether it’s good or bad. We’re only here once, and we might as well make the most of it.

Edgar Degas, Waiting, 1880-1882