On waiting

Waiting happens then, living happens now. I have waited, I haven’t lived. The more I have waited, the more I haven’t lived. The more I have been escaping, the more I have been losing.

So much of my life is waiting for the next thing, or thinking about the past thing. I want to be more in the now, appreciating the moment.

Maybe it is a time to embrace my beliefs into my life and start living, really living by them. Or maybe it is time to stop giving a fuck about things that could or could not happen and focus more on the life that is happening now. I have missed so many things already.

Chef’s kiss.

Via Michał.