Life is a strange thing where instead of looking at what we have right in front of us and admiring who we are in this second, we look towards the future and wish for change. There is so much in front of us in this moment and yet we only care about what we will make of ourselves next week, next month, next year, and even ten years from now.
I constantly feel like I am waiting for something or waiting for someone, but who? What? Why do I feel as though I need to have someone in my life to be happy when I can easily make something of myself all while alone?
I wonder, what would happen if instead of holding out for someone and waiting for that to push me into something different and better than who I am now, I live in the moment and live for me.
How many moments have we missed by waiting and wishing and living for something that could happen tomorrow or maybe not for ten years? Too many, that’s how many.
I wanna live for the moment and live for myself because this life may be the only one I have, and who knows, maybe I’m missing a part of my life that truly brings peace and happiness. Maybe there is something more than waiting and hoping. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
If you need me I’ll be living my life.