Test after test, day after day, lecture after lecture.
Am I done complaining yet?
Of course not. I'm a young adult, freshly made up for my eight in the morning-gosh-why-did-I-choose-such-an-early-schedule-this-term class which is seemingly pointless half the time, and the other half seems to teach me something.
Now, it does not always teach me what the teacher wanted or expected me to learn, oh, but it happened. I learned something, alright. For instance, I have learned to not show up to a class late if the teacher rants and raves about attendance during their very first lecture. They will find a way to reprimand you for it. Yes, you.
Point is, we are the waiting, as Green Day would have it.
We are waiting for that particular coffee drink in a block-long line for our daily caffeine fix. We are waiting in terrible grocery store lines, and for awful downloading bars which can't seem to be more interesting for our viewing pleasure.
We are waiting for our days off. We are waiting to see that special someone. We are waiting to get married, waiting to get something to eat, waiting for the perfect job, the right friend, the cure.
I recently learned that the wait often doesn't have a pay off unless it has some instant gratification, and even then, I look back and think, 'I waited all that time for a thirty second ride at the Happiest Place On Earth. What is wrong with the world?' Or happiness, for that matter.
I can see you saying: Well, Sabrina, why should we wait when we can live!?
Well, Joe-schmoe, because living without a care is, umm, careless? I will spend a bit on the obese YOLO elephant in the Barbie playhouse. YOLO, you live but a short span, which just so happens to consist of a lifetime, which apparently only happens once (and at that only by some radical miracle).
YOLO resides on the understanding that we only have so much time to live, so live on edge, how you want, doing exactly what you want while you are still alive. Problem, you could die, injure yourself or another. Or you could just do a few crazy stunts, grow a few grey hairs and move on from the wild child phase. Second problem, a world with YOLO has no hope.
Making the most of each moment is one thing, but once we start making life and death decisions because we don't trust that anything can stop us is flat-out reckless, in a bad way. When we live meaningless YOLO lives, we lose track of the small moments worth breathing for and the people we love, worth dying for.
Now, this is just a thought. Think of it what you will. Feel free to question and argue. But when and if you do, bring logic and levelheadedness, please.
So to conclude this wordy schpeil. We are obviously waiting for something we think is very important.
Why, then, does we always feel so empty when we think back to all the time we wasted waiting?
Perhaps, and just go along for the ride a moment here.
But perhaps, we are waiting because we yearn for something good to come from the daily grind.
Call me an idealist, but I feel that this will be the beginning of a very long discussion.
Signing off for tonight.
- Sabrina.
PS: Listen to the Green Day song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HXa2gVj4mg
It's definitely worth an ear.
