Dear Godot: No one’s waiting for you. – although I might…

Time flies. I would even argue – without touching at any scientific data, just indulging in the plain metaphor here – at the speed of light. Maybe it’s got rocket propulsion. Maybe it’s got a fancy back-to-the-future-like rocket propulsion backpack. In neon colors.

This is not my Monday blues speaking. I don’t mean time flies in a simple didn’t-the-weekend-pass-too-quickly-sort-of-way (although, that too, of course). And I don’t even really mean it in a oh-gosh-it’s-already-Thanksgiving-sort-of-way. I mean it in a I-grab-my-food-to-go-and-I-wish-I-didn’t-even-have-to-chew-it-because-I-really-don’t-have-time-for-this-sort-of-way. In a no-one-has-time-for-anything-anymore-sort-of-way.

No one has time for anything anymore. Let alone time to wait for anything.

I remember when I was little, I used to wait all the time. I was waiting for a friend to come over in the afternoon. Year round, I was waiting for holidays – Easters, Christmases, birthdays. I was waiting for my Mom to read me a bedtime story in the evenings. All the time, I was waiting for my Dad to come visit and take me to the movie’s. But really, I would have waited for anything. For the grass to grow taller. For something, anything to happen.

Today, who is still waiting for anything?

You don’t wait for a friend to come over – you just quickly check whether they’re on facebook and then you send them an instant message. Not just a message. It’s got to be instant.

You don’t wait for holidays – there’s no chance, because they blend into one another. There’s a Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christmas-fair going on in most of the shopping places (and the advertisement and and and…). Santa Clause’s already been working since (at least) August this year and is pretty overworked by now. If only he could join a union or whatever. But he’s the only one and he wouldn’t really wanna go on strike anyways. Think of all the children.

You don’t wait for a bedtime story – you can look one up. Youtube it.

I think, I want my waiting back.

Or at least, I want some time to take a breath. I want to be anticipating things rather than just rushing through them. I want to think now – not tomorrow, next week, or come next spring. It shouldn’t be that hard. But even now, as I’m writing this, I’m finding myself thinking of things I have to do later or tomorrow – my mind is just drifting and I can’t even really make it stop.

I think, I’d like to be waiting for – what? Maybe Godot. Because no one else is waiting for him anyways. I’d like to be waiting (maybe for a while). Not for Godot to actually show his (possibly) beautiful face, just for the sake of waiting. I just might do that.

What are you waiting for? (Not as in, what are you waiting for – get moving! More as in, is there anything that makes you stop and actually – patiently – wait for it?)

PS: Or I might start sitting, WAITING, wishing instead…

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One response

  1. Things I used to wait for as a kid:
    weekends, Christmas, my birthday, the next Harry Potter book, Friday night Disney Special on Super RTL, Sendung mit der Maus, holidays in Italy, the next trip to the local library or book shop, a new Sailor Moon manga, visits from friends, family celebrations, midnight on New Year’s Eve, weekends, my favourite dish on the dinner table,…

    Things I’m waiting for now:
    semester holidays, Christmas, the Hunger Games movie, next month’s money, coming home, parcels from my mum, stuff I ordered on the internet, snow, tea to finish brewing, that spark of inspiration that prompts me to write, new books to read, my favourite Christmas markets, my sweetheart to come home, lazy Sunday mornings spent reading at the kitchen table (in pyjamas), a new album from a favourite musician, oranges to taste like oranges again, strawberry season, caramelized almonds, roasted chestnuts & Kinderpunsch, raclette on New Year’s Eve, the two of us to meet for breakfast again soon. ❤

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