On Wishful Anticipation
About a tweet and waiting for real life to begin.
A melodramatic tweet I wrote on Twitter the other day:
There is no precursor to an ideal life. No free trial. It is a perilous mirage. It is happening now. We’re living the real thing despite wishful anticipation. Waiting and wanting is an unknowingly slow march through time ending with placement in a well-organized mass grave.
A lot of my tweets are notes-to-self. We often think once we reach some upcoming milestone, real life can begin. Like the game hasn’t started but, when wishful conditions are met, we can begin an idealistic life. The problem is, life’s happening now. To think that the future will bring a better, more perfect state of affairs is foolish.
By doing this, we make our current selves discontent. We envision a picturesque time ahead, but there is only now.
I am guilty of this. I tend to think I need to put in time before I can enjoy the fruits of my labor. But slowly, I am realizing time is being wasted and I am growing older. That instead of waiting for some idyllic future, I need to get to the business of living.
The point is, this is the main event. It’s not a preface to some wondrous story. There is a cruel and relentless clock ticking in the background. One dismissive of hope.
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