I wanted to include a quote about anticipation, but nothing I found captured what I really wanted to say. So I’ve got no one backing me up today. That’s ok. Maybe someday someone will be looking for a quote on anticipation and they’ll find this. Maybe. It’s a nice thought that kind of deserves its own post. But another day.
Here are my thoughts on anticipation:
For some, living is a drone of a thing. The monotony, the blandness of the present weighs on them, compels them to drag their feet along, dreading the toil of now. They rise and sleep without thought and without effort. If, one day, they did not rise at all, they would not mind. This is how they think to themselves. “The world would not know if I slept forever.”
For others, the lure of the past has them fixed backwards. Their feet are planted. They hold tight to the trunk of their tree as the tidal wave of the present tears at them, pushing them to a future they believe could never be bright enough. They think backwards is forward, that they are who they used to be. “It was better then,” they say. “I was better then.”
But there are those of us who live for dreams. We balance on our toes. We do not –cannot– go down with the sun. We cannot turn back. We cannot close our eyes to ourselves. We live in every present moment. We fill our lungs with it. We push up on the tips of our feet and we stretch our arms up and up and always up. We know that any day, any second, any moment we will leave the ground behind altogether.
Rest if you’d like, you weary. Return to your past, you unbecoming. Do what you’d like, but don’t worry for us. Don’t worry. Don’t clamp us down. Don’t rebuke our ambition. Don’t fetter our minds and tether us to you. And if you must do something, if you feel you simply must, then brace yourselves for a most incredible sight.
For we dreamers will find our wings. “We will. We will.” We dreamers will find our wings.
Watch us fly.