wildtidewords

We seem to think that our perfect life is waiting for us. We rush through life, at a 100m dash straight to the finish line. We believe that at the other end it our goal. As if it’s a straight line to success and happiness. We are so focused on achieving the future, we forget to actually live at all.

I’ve realised that life must be lived astonishingly slowly. Take your time. Don’t rush. Life is not waiting for you. It’s just not. It’s happening constantly all around you. In a kaleidoscope of colour life is unfurling around you, but all we are focused on is waiting (or rather) rushing towards a life we think is waiting for us.

It’s not waiting. Instead life is the thing that’s rushing. Flying past us. We wonder this earth waiting, longing for our day to come, when we finally start to live. We believe that day is just round the corner, as if all we need to do is sit at home whilst that life comes to them. But I’m beginning to realise, once all this is over, we’re going to look back on the life we’ve lived and see all the opportunities we’ve missed, the life we’ve wasted.

I know it’s a bit obvious, “don’t waste your life dudee”, but you’d be surprised how many people just don’t think until it’s too late. So live life damn slow, focus on every single minuet, delicious texture of it. Taste it all, don’t sit around waiting for your life to walk in through the door and say “I’m here! Let’s go get em”, but rather grab life by the hands and take her dancing. Show her the moon and how it’s light flirts with the sea at night. Chase her across beaches, sand flying up underneath your toes. Drink her in, revel in her beauty; live, fucking live.

I refuse to get to the end of my life and realise all I have done is simply exist. I won’t sit around and pine for the future, I’m going to love the present.