Waiting For Now

A dull neutrality can be born out of the ups and downs of life. The inertia of this middle ground is likened to quicksand, where any movement or struggle just sends you down further into the muck. You don’t move an inch and you don’t dare to take a breath of hope in fear that it’ll make the situation worse. The possibility of never breaking free from that moment arises, but panicking would only quicken the descent. Blindness to the predicament doesn’t do a service either. You may forget about your impediment and make a fatal move. So you numbly surrender to the outcome, to the molasses that is the present.

Is this the true essence of now? Is this what the spirit of the present feels like? No, I’d say the real present is something much more joyful. It is freedom, love, purity of sheer existence. It is much like the literal representation in The Muppet Christmas Carol where a jovial red headed muppet sings a song for Scrooge to teach him a lesson about the magic of now. It is what we always expectantly project into the future, either just beyond the horizon, or much farther. It’s hard to live in the moment when it does not feel worthy of living in. I currently have not come to a conclusion, or have found any answer that gives guidance to this at this juncture of my life. I’ve even thrown around the idea of trying to write a short story about this in an attempt to find the answer. I would title it, like I have in this post, ‘Waiting For Now’.

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When what we want is in the distance, we attach that spirit of joy of the present along with it. I guess this is why many “new agers” talk so much about trying to attain abundance by already feeling like you have what you want. Time is, after all, only linear within the confines of our human perception. It is this idea that pushes me to imagine that I am in fact not sitting in a Starbucks on Long Island, but a privately owned cafe in California as I write this. I have already written Metanoia, and it is providing a second income so that I don’t have to work 40+ hour weeks to survive, so that I can explore other passions and ways of making money. I imagine the world going to shit, but that it doesn’t matter because the world I created for myself is safe and abundant with people and situations I’m meant to be around and encounter.

But my imagination can only take me so far in time and space. No matter how much I day dream, the reality is that I will wake up in the same bed tomorrow. Despite how ever introspective and insightful my followers might think I am, I do not know how to deal with this unfortunate reality, especially after trying so hard to change it. Where is the proverbial now, and how do I get there when traditional human customs do not bring me joy?

Right now I look outside and I see flowers bloomed in a summer that I waited so long for. If I had to guess I would say that it is the very nature of our lifestyles that makes it so impossible for us to be happy enough with the mere sight of this bloomed flower, and nothing else. Our lifestyles do not allow for a moment to fully enjoy the flower, the trip to the beach, or the camping trip. Have you ever felt an overwhelming sense of desperation while watching a sunset or playing a fun game, and then become confused about this sensation that came on so suddenly? I do almost ever week, and when it comes I don’t even feel like it is my own.

 In these moments I am uncontrollably mourning the death of the divine colors cast by the setting sun before it’s even over. I am lamenting over the fact that precious moments come in crumbs rather than wholesome meals.  I feel desperate to lose that moment because I’m allotted so few of them in a summer that becomes winter with the blink of an eye. I feel desperate to lose it because it is the only thing I truly value in this world, over anything that I can buy, or any lame social interaction that is to be had in this materialistic world. I value these crumbs more than the industry and the regimented lifestyle that consume every person. I don’t know when the next instance of oneness and belonging will come and when the sunset is gone, I feel like I have to part with my soul indefinitely. I have to go back to the quicksand, to the muck and the mud of a false present. I don’t want to be left alone with that fabrication any longer. That is how and why I find myself waiting for now, and I wonder if there is anyone waiting along with me.

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One thought on “Waiting For Now

  1. I love your sunset photo, your illustration (is it your own?), and your title. I too find myself waiting for now. I spend one joyous week each summer being exactly where I want to be with the people and type of people who bring me joy and yearn for just that experience the rest of the year. I have now encountered some of those people who are bringing this bliss into the rest of their lives by following their hearts. They are measuring their success by adhering to their personal values and goals rather than society’s materialistic ones. One runs a charity that is causing her to constantly step up. Another is choosing doing music therapy and music lessons over teaching in the school while learning to be a tantric yoga teache on the side. Another found a means of making money, but continues to be a yoga teacher which brings her on personal adventures. People’s revolutions against the “machine” are both large and small. My husband started writing poetry. Nothing more than that. I’m gonna go with the expression: Carpe Diem, Sieze the Day. Sometimes if I just do my own yoga practice n my own little mat on a clear space in the living room I can recreate the bliss. I’m going to keep trying even though some days and weeks do feel like being stuck in that quicksand. I’ll try to remember that the butterfly’s wingbeats may eventually result in a typhoon. If I listen to Mozart at noon on WSHU (free!) I may still retain a drop or two of that bliss at nine p.m. And I’m going to reinitiate my gratitude journal. After reading about the millions of refugees from countries like Syria, I feel I do have a lot to be grateful for. And when I am in the Now of the “shitstorm” I’m gonna try really hard to be there, feel it and let it go. Thanks for being once again the catalyst for these thoughts and…resolutions?

    Janice

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