And now I feel like I long for those days to return. I find myself holding my breath only to think that by the next one, something would be different.
Something would be different.
If you have ever traveled on standby, I think that is one of the most realistic parallels to life.
You are ready. Belongings in your hand. Heart on a mission to a destination. But your means of travel is tentative. Your time of departure is not for sure. You are waiting. You are not the first choice. You may not be the second. You may be number 58 out of 60 on a list of people who have come before you and have been waiting, in the same terminal, to return to the same place.
And you wait. On standby. You're told to wait. That eventually you will make it.
Eventually.
We tend to wait for what we believe is still ahead. We hope for these new tomorrows to get us away from the scattered yesterdays, because anything would seem better than the messy "standby" todays.
But if we are honest with ourselves--if we really sit and evaluate our thoughts--we are not good at embracing the time in the terminal.
You know what I mean. It is uncomfortable. It is not what we want. We long for a different place. We are in the middle of it. We are caught in the chasm of the origin and destination.
Friends, I can't impart any wisdom on how the days would look different. All I do know is that, there is a longing for more in us all. An eternal longing. No, we're not home. Not just yet. So, we'll be in this terminal for a while. Might as well shake hands with the others, because at the end of the day, we will want to make sure they are able to make the flight.
And there might be turbulence. So don't hold your breath. Enjoy the flight.
S
