The Waiting Place

I stumbled across this section from Dr. Seuss’s Oh the Places You’ll Go today while poking around Words Move Me (thanks for the link Victoria). Pretty much it made me and all my silly little blog posts and attempts at art feel completely inadequate.

The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a  train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying…

Isn’t it annoying when someone expresses something you’ve been trying to express but in a much more simplistic and beautiful way?

Okay, so I love it when that happens but still…

I think it’s odd how art has this way of making me feel both a sense of awe and a sense of my own smallness at the same time. It’s kind of like looking at the vastness of the ocean or a particularly large and majestic mountain range (Yosemite comes to mind)–There’s this awesome beauty that makes me feel so, I don’t know, full and just lucky to be there looking at this amazing thing and being a part of it. But then there’s also this undercurrent of knowing that I’m experiencing something so much bigger than I am, and so much bigger than I could ever be. Something that has so much bigness there’s no way I could even begin to comprehend it all.

And though that’s one of main reasons whatever I’m looking at is so amazing, it’s also pretty damn disconcerting.

So yes, reading Dr. Seuss isn’t quite on the same level as trying to completely experience a mountain range but it does come close.


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