I’m 23 years old. I am 23 years young, new to the world, a quarter through my life, if that. 23 years young and I think I have the answers. I might have answers for an 18 year old Andy, but far from having any real answers in my life. It’s time to wait. In my life that’s all I’ve done. In most people’s life that’s all they have done. Wait for the bus, wait for school to be over, wait to get a call back from a person, wait to graduate so you can start your life, wait to feel something in your life again, wait for that perfect person to come into your life, wait to get enough money so you can move to your dream city.
Molded into a role in life that you aren’t happy with or stuck in a situation that has become so mundane that you change any nuance of your life just to make it different, we are forced to wait. Wait for the better job, make more money so we can have more freedom to choose. Wait for a degree to start your career, putting faith into an idea of what we truly want.
That’s what I have done. That’s what I am doing as I’m typing this into Microsoft Word 2010 edition. I went to a small high school, I wanted more, I wanted an out, not because I didn’t love the people, but because I outgrew the city. I applied for college, and then I did what I knew, I waited. Accepted into my dream school, proving that waiting was temporary, I moved to Minneapolis.
I got there, I waited. Making new friends, making new memories, having new experiences were all part of a larger item. I waited for classes that I enjoyed, I waited to become relevant in a sea of anonymity, and I waited to become better.
And here I sit, several years later, degree in a month, applying for jobs, applying for my future, I am waiting once again. If there was anything that a friend of mine taught me before he passed away, it was waiting is the hardest part of life. The lulls between the highlight reel that we show the world on Facebook, the days where nothing really happens, methodically killing each hour until the calendar turns another day. There is merit and virtue in people who know how to wait, let me rephrase that. There is merit and virtue in people who accept that they have to wait sometimes. That’s what he taught me.
In this age of instant gratification that has so lovely graced our presence through avenues of social media, people don’t wait. The impulsiveness of our generation is blinding as with the validation that we assume we need. Swipe left, swipe right, who liked my picture, how many likes did I get, what does that mean, how many favorites, how many notes, how many retweets, we need we need we need we need. No one waits, we don’t know how, until you are forced to.
by Andrew Wilcox