Waiting Anonymous

When the credits are over and most of the audience is gone, I am still stuck in my seat waiting for something to happen. Then the projector starts buzzing again and the screen lights up with a final bonus-scene the director has decided to bless us (the loyal ones) with. Nothing beats the sweet sensation of knowing that it was worth the wait.

I believe that waiting is an art form. When practiced correctly, it is not the daunting task everyone seems to think it is, but a gentle flutter in your stomach that will nudge you and tickle you and keep you company until you reach your destination.

A shared wait—waiting for a birth—can form a lasting bond between people. A long wait—waiting for retirement—will allow you to plan your time and enjoy every minute fully. An ambiguous wait—waiting for the first snowfall—will keep you on your toes, making you more alert to any stimuli. A tired wait—waiting out the summer break—will give you the chance to rest before you embark on a new adventure.

Waiting reconstructs your sense of time, giving meaning to each passing moment even though there was nothing special going on except for the fact that it brought you closer to something. Waiting, without any extra effort, has the potential to make...