Rushing to Nolandia
Where are you going in such a hurry? That is the question I keep asking myself anytime someone walks past me on the pedestrian bridge. Those who use the bridge (yes, there are some folks who believe it is too much work) know that it is just wide enough to accommodate two people, in opposite directions. It seems some individuals always have emergencies, and do not have time to wait a couple of seconds.
If the above is a bit vague, why do we rev our engines when we have seen that there is a traffic light ahead and its is already on amber, a precursor to the dreaded red light? Why do we become aggressive when we see a learner driving in front of us in traffic? Why do we honk our horns when the car ahead of us does not start in time when the light goes green?
The truth is that we do not know exactly why we are impatient, there is nothing really that our impatience does to speed up the process (especially when it is caused by others). Sometimes, our impatience brings out our irrational self and we do or say things we would not have said or done under normal circumstances.
Next time you are impatient and bordering on getting overly worked up over nothing, ask yourself this question “by the end of today, would this few seconds, minutes really matter” and if you are honest with yourself, the answer will most likely be no, more often than not. The fact that we are not in control, even for the briefest of seconds or minutes scares the living daylight out of us all.
We need to learn however, that we are not really in control of anything. Our lives are interconnected in ways we cannot begin to fathom or calculate, hence, it makes more sense to live each day to the fullest, making allowances for the frailty of the human race. This will help us live free of the baggage of holding grudges, prejudices, envy, strife and lots of other negative emotions.
Life is short, don’t spend it mad and angry at everybody else, because, face it, humans will never measure up to your expectations. We will always fall short of your ideals, so, suck it up and make the best of today. Those who are terminally sick and near death wish they could have even a fraction of the time and freedom you have, do not take that for granted by being in a hurry, thereby throwing caution to the wind.
Someone said to me a while back, after we both witnessed a reckless motorcycle rider do something reserved for the movies; I said “it seems this guy has a spare life at home, hence his recklessness”, he answered and said “won’t he have to go home to pick up the spare, if this one expires as a result of his stupidity?”
One more scenario, have you found yourself tapping your feet while on a queue? It doesn’t have any direct impact on the queue, but it does on us, I suppose. We are letting out our pent-up anxiety, frustration, impatience et al by tapping away, or fiddling with our phone, or engage in daydreaming to while away the time until it reaches our turn.