Are you skipping life?

This morning it dawned on me how much of life is about skipping parts of it.

Have you ever thought about that?

There’s so much thinking about surviving this moment, eagerly looking forward to the future, leaving this behind, or forgetting it.

When we feel we’re in a bad place people will tell us that one day it will be over and done, and that’s where hope slides in.

Or we hear that we can expect ‘good things to happen’, or ‘a miracle is waiting around the corner’.

I totally get the dynamics of this tendency, but I also see that it’s so much about not wanting to be here, now.

Straight in the miracle that is already there, constantly.

It seems that a big part of our lives is lived in a vacuum that’s mostly about getting away from it, and making it part of the past.

Imagine the irony: really wanting to feel good again but always waiting for the right moment, and by doing so fucking it up!

This is not meant to be a prescription or approach to life, at all: this is purely an observation that feels like an opportunity.

The observation simply tells me we’re throwing away buckets of precious life in search of the next phase of relief.