The Joy in Waiting
By: Monna Mae Gildore
As I sit here at the pre departure area of the Iloilo Airport, I marvel at the diversity of people in such a small place. They were all headed to different destinations and living their own lives, but whatever force or reason that brought them together in this same time and moment is beyond contemplating. I guess we just have to be contented thinking about our own business.
“Everything happens for a reason”, a cliché goes, but it does happen all the time. We just don’t stop and think about it. One great thing about waiting is that we have the chance to meditate on life’s freakishness and realize things we don’t normally encounter on our usual stream of thought.
Like if I used this particular brand of pencil, does this mean a great deal? Or if I bought the blue blouse instead of the pink one, would it make a difference? Or owning a Nokia phone instead of a Samsung or Motorola change my life? Is “everything happens for a reason” applicable only on significant things like flunking the June 2006 Nurse Licensure Examinations, with everybody knowing you didn’t make it. But trying again on December of the same year, exempting yourself from the leakage scum? Or heeding your gut feeling of not getting on the jeepney even if you really wanted to, only to discover that that certain vehicle met an accident and that you would be one of those people walking the path to light earlier than expected?
I stop and look around. I saw a little boy, about 2 years old, as tall as this adolescent guy’s knees, holding hands. What A pretty sight to behold.
Another was a mother with guiding her baby who was learning how to walk. The determination radiates in this kid’s eyes and the effort it took for her to raise those chubby legs and land those little feet on the ground is astounding.
There was also this old lady on a wheelchair with a teenager about 20 years watching over her. It’s quite a rare thing to see teens hanging out with old people. But these simple gestures would really mean a lot.
Take time to stop and think, for it is in the little things that we see meanings that are larger than life itself.
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As I sit here at the pre departure area of the Iloilo Airport, I marvel at the diversity of people in such a small place. They were all headed to different destinations and living their own lives, but whatever force or reason that brought them together in this same time and moment is beyond contemplating. I guess we just have to be contented thinking about our own business.
“Everything happens for a reason”, a cliché goes, but it does happen all the time. We just don’t stop and think about it. One great thing about waiting is that we have the chance to meditate on life’s freakishness and realize things we don’t normally encounter on our usual stream of thought.
Like if I used this particular brand of pencil, does this mean a great deal? Or if I bought the blue blouse instead of the pink one, would it make a difference? Or owning a Nokia phone instead of a Samsung or Motorola change my life? Is “everything happens for a reason” applicable only on significant things like flunking the June 2006 Nurse Licensure Examinations, with everybody knowing you didn’t make it. But trying again on December of the same year, exempting yourself from the leakage scum? Or heeding your gut feeling of not getting on the jeepney even if you really wanted to, only to discover that that certain vehicle met an accident and that you would be one of those people walking the path to light earlier than expected?
I stop and look around. I saw a little boy, about 2 years old, as tall as this adolescent guy’s knees, holding hands. What A pretty sight to behold.
Another was a mother with guiding her baby who was learning how to walk. The determination radiates in this kid’s eyes and the effort it took for her to raise those chubby legs and land those little feet on the ground is astounding.
There was also this old lady on a wheelchair with a teenager about 20 years watching over her. It’s quite a rare thing to see teens hanging out with old people. But these simple gestures would really mean a lot.
Take time to stop and think, for it is in the little things that we see meanings that are larger than life itself.
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