Lately I’ve felt impatient. Jealous of the exciting things I see other people doing with their time and money and freedom
while I sit and study my life away.
I’m impatient for grounding, and adventure, and everything abstractly “out there;” and I’m increasingly dissatisfied with where I am right now.
In a way, that’s not necessarily a terrible thing. It’s okay to look forward to the future. But if we only ever wait for the happiness that we'll find “someday, somewhere,” we’ll never be happy.
Because in a sense “someday, somewhere” has always been and will always be in the future; We’ll forever be sitting and waiting for that day to come.
But in another sense, the “someday, somewhere” that I once anticipated is right now and right where I am. I once eagerly awaited the arrival of today and all that it would bring. In my dissatisfaction I squander the opportunity to feel that happiness.
Yes, some seasons of life are just plain less satisfying than others, and there are some [hopefully] more joyous seasons to look forward to.
But I’m realizing that the joy we anticipate finding in any season of life is ultimately realized only by what we make of that season when it arrives.
So right now I’m just trying to remember what the Psalmist realized years ago - that this, today, right now is the day that we've been given - and that is truly something to rejoice and be glad in.
I’m impatient for grounding, and adventure, and everything abstractly “out there;” and I’m increasingly dissatisfied with where I am right now.
In a way, that’s not necessarily a terrible thing. It’s okay to look forward to the future. But if we only ever wait for the happiness that we'll find “someday, somewhere,” we’ll never be happy.
Because in a sense “someday, somewhere” has always been and will always be in the future; We’ll forever be sitting and waiting for that day to come.
But in another sense, the “someday, somewhere” that I once anticipated is right now and right where I am. I once eagerly awaited the arrival of today and all that it would bring. In my dissatisfaction I squander the opportunity to feel that happiness.
Yes, some seasons of life are just plain less satisfying than others, and there are some [hopefully] more joyous seasons to look forward to.
But I’m realizing that the joy we anticipate finding in any season of life is ultimately realized only by what we make of that season when it arrives.
So right now I’m just trying to remember what the Psalmist realized years ago - that this, today, right now is the day that we've been given - and that is truly something to rejoice and be glad in.
Tell me about it, kid :(
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