No one ever tells you how much of life you spend waiting for time to pass. I’m reminded of that as I spend a day in airports and on flights, waiting. Waiting to depart, waiting to arrive, waiting to start and waiting to finish.
Life itself is in transit. It’s the space between things rather than the things themselves. Sure if we want to get stuck in the minutia we can log every single thing we get up to, but the reality is that its inconsequential. When you ask someone to sum up the last year you don’t get a laundry list of events – you 3-5 things maximum. Sure they might have got cut off while driving, lost something or found something, spent too much money on something etc etc – but ALL of that is so insignificant.
So much of our lives are spent in transit, or in making the incremental steps required to get from one place to another. Most of the time we don’t notice, or we get so caught up on what’s happening in transit that we forget where we are going altogether. Life gives you moments of absolute joy and happiness as well as sadness and pain. Neither last forever, each dissipating with time. But there’s joy to be found in transit if we go looking for it. Sometimes it’s by being in the moment. Sometimes it’s just watching the world go by.