Actively choosing to wait is as firm a decision as one to move, and I think we often forget that. We confuse waiting with stagnation, or mistake it as procrastination. On the contrary–we’re immersed in a culture of rushing–rushing to get the job done, to get to work, to get home, to get to the next level (whatever that is), and it’s not that we’re missing life as it rushes past (we are), but we aren’t given (or allowed) the option to process.
It’s ironic, because decisions made without reflection, without turning inward and shining light on what’s uncomfortable or unhappy, we act rashly. We act with passion as the tipping point, and anyone who’s been in any kind of relationship at all knows passion has a short-lived fuse.
Haste does not support us. Rebelliously, and with greater wisdom, we can choose to give ourselves the gift of waiting and, for once, letting illumination come to us, rather than chasing it in a footrace we have no hope of winning.