Waiting and Sitting

Waiting with only monotony for comfort. Moments of our life that are of no interest to us. We are not bored like those who cannot think what to do; we are without the longing of the office drones staring out of windows.

We are simply waiting. Our brethren are statues, mimicking life, motionless as time rushes on. However we breathe in and we breathe out as we stare impassively at the next generation and their exuberance. A human child must be watched and so they are. Hundreds of eyes watching them swing, slide, kick, cry and laugh.

Thousands of us are sitting and watching. Across the land we have become glued to the rung on our career ladder as others scurry past. As the years pass we look up to see the young faces that will be our bosses. Take ten years out to be the charge of your child and some eager child in a suit will be in charge of you.

Yet we sit. We rise with the sun, but we don't shine, nothing becomes illuminated, we cast shadows upwards, we are only noticed for the brightness of youth at our heels. A radiant youth which bleaches the colour of our individuality, erasing our own desires and dreams. We don't want to climb Everest, we don't want fame nor fortune, we simply want another to be happy. Only when they are happy do we dare smile.

We sit and live our lives through another. The wind is not rushing through our hair as we arc on the swing, our wonder is not raised by the bird on a branch, our wonder is that small creature looking upon the bird. Millions of years programming us to care more for our rearranged components. Half of our rearranged building blocks, half the letters of our instruction manual. They are there written in the small face looking up at us, constantly urging us to care for them. Our own eyes are staring back, the curve of our chins, the dimple and the freckle reminding us. This little thing is carrying our legacy, our strengths and weakness. This thing our heart aches for is our only purpose. There is no reason for us in waiting to die other than we are sometimes happy. But if our happiness is at the mercy of another then clearly they are our only purpose. And there it is.

We are waiting to ensure our future. Our waiting and sitting is noble for some day we may know another reason to persist, to exist, other than to ensure our presence. Someday we will never wait because that which we are waiting for will have arrived.