Consider all the time you spend waiting. You wait for breakfast. If you’re young you wait for the school bus. You wait for class to begin. You wait for class to finally end. You wait and wait. Are lives are spent waiting. It’s said one third of our life is spent sleeping. The question of whether sleeping is waiting is fraught with too much biology to yield anything meaningful. You’ve got sixty six percent left. Of that percentage, you probably speed half of that waiting. So is half your life, at least the part you’re awake, spent waiting.
Are you waiting to live too?
Or is waiting sufficient onto itself to constitute living? I suppose it’s a tautological question but ultimately, it’s only answered by those doing the waiting.
It’s mandatory to wait. There’s a waiting period required. Waiting is now entrenched in our lives. Please be seated in the waiting room. What to make of all the waiting? Yet I purpose a solution to this intractable problem. It’s simple. It’s easy too. But first, what must living provide to truly say we’re living? Not medical or physiological textbook living, no, something metaphysical that trumpets to all that we’re actively living. How about having fun? Fun is fun because we’re really living. We’re not aware of anything other than the fun we’re having. Does this rise to a sufficient level of living to be the flag bearer of living? I think so.
Thus, the solution: make waiting fun! There’s nothing to do other than conflate waiting with fun. You don’t need a book, or phone or anything. You can be waiting outside in the rain and it won’t make any difference to the fun you’ll be having simply because you’re waiting. Now all that wasted time spent waiting in the past, will be nothing more than a fun filled echo, heralding into the future the fun that awaits you as you continue to wait.
Barry is interested in fiction that tells stories about those who haven't had stories told about them before.