Everything Seems to be Complicated
On society’s obsession with schedules and queues
If you want to bring about change in your life in today’s world, you ought to wait. Thinking of getting a job? You need to pass an hour-long interview. Have a letter you need to deliver? The queue at the post office is right there. Need to obtain a driver’s license? There’s a couple paperwork you need to sort through.
Oh, but it doesn’t end there. If you aspire to move onto the next stage of the game I like to call modern living, you’re not encouraged, but obliged to wait. In the doctor’s waiting room, on the law firm’s fancy couch, on the courtroom seat as a fellow human being prepares to announce your fate. You get the drill.
The waiting game is universal.
For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve noticed a pattern that follows most activities we partake in. The pattern of waiting. It starts from pre-school, where we wait for elementary school, then high school, then college, then forty years of living life on the edge of a roller-coaster, then a few years of well-earned relaxation, then the ultimate peace of all.
I can’t help but notice a sense of complication on behalf of us humans. We love suffering. We tend to take the simplest act and convert it to a chore that takes up a good portion of our time, or…
