I didn’t realise it passed until a few days after. Just like most other annual celebrations (birthdays especially come to mind), the marking of time is arbitrary. It only means what one wants it to mean.
One looks forward in time and sees where one wishes to be. I often wish I can fast-forward time. Move on to the next stage. Especially when I feel stuck in the current. And I don’t even have to be unhappy-stuck. Usually, it’s just that I’m committed to be at that place for a certain time and I’m curious or excited or anxious or impatient or restless.
I recently realised that I am at the time that I was looking forward to some years ago. And now that I’m here, I’m looking forward again. And it’s not the bad kind of looking forward. Not the “I can’t stand it anymore, get me out of here” looking forward. It’s a “I wonder what’s around the bend” looking forward.
Here’s to more bends.
