Looking around me in my life I find that the single bond, the one certainty we all share is this: we are all waiting. Wherever I turn, whose ever eyes I meet, I see someone waiting – for something better or different, for something that is never there.
Most of us spend our lives pretending that this is not so. With shows of competence or in honest panic we stuff into the empty hollow of expectation all our worldly goods – spouse, children, job, house, car, money, class, status, friends. We work hard; we play hard. But our busy load cannot fill the vacancy, and we have no real holidays, only vacations, days of unfillable, unattended emptiness. After all our apathetic, frantic striving we are still waiting, without will or object, aim or end, always waiting for something better or different, for something that is never there.
And most of us…
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