Terminal Talk

Sometimes in all the busy-ness of life, we need to just calm down and reflect.

As I sit at gate 40 in terminal 4, I’m reminded of the reason why I started writing this blog. More than anything, I wanted to have a place where I could reflect on what had been happening in my life.

My writing activity has been non-existent for the last few months, but my life has not ceased.

Between having an identity/depression crisis, working at my first temp job, and transitioning from long distance to LONG distance, life has had no shortage of “flight delays.” One question lingers in my mind as I sit and wait for my red eye flight to St Louis, and it is this: What am I in such a rush and frenzy about? 

I’m in the “terminal” and the flight is coming. That should be enough for me, but instead I am concerned with every little variable and detour the plane is taking to get to me. Maybe instead of being concerned about tomorrow and what is to come, I need to be more aware of what is happening now. Maybe instead of plugging in and tuning out the people around me in the terminal, I should try and be present. 

If I’m always concerned about where I’m going next, I’m going to end up on the verge of death very much wishing that I could go back to a better time. 

Oh the human heart, always dissatisfied with what it has and wanting something else that will allegedly not bring more dissatisfaction and emptiness.

It might be a terminal disease to be concerned solely with the future.

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