So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding. Still, he was waiting.
As I begin Day 16 in the oncology wing of the hospital, I find Gaiman’s observation pertinent. I’ve managed to avoid waiting (for the most part) and let each moment come as it may; just because I’m in the hospital doesn’t mean I shouldn’t enjoy myself.
As people, we can spend much of our lives waiting to be somewhere else. At the office, we are waiting to be out the door and in our cars. During our commutes, we are tapping the steering wheel, waiting impatiently to be home. And over time, we wait for this daily ritual of work to be done so we can retire. Add up all the moments of your life. How many have you not fully experienced because you were waiting for the next thing?