What Life Is All About

I can tell you that life consists of rush and wait. That’s all there is to it, nothing profound, don’t look for meaning. Our parents wait wait wait for us to be born. Then it’s rush rush rush to keep up with the other kiddies. We wait wait wait and rush rush rush all our lives, alone and with others. We wait wait wait to be enrolled in school. We rush rush rush through grade after grade, And going to the bathroom, to the movies, on trips, And I could write a book on going to hospitals and doctors! We wait wait wait to get a date. We rush rush rush to fall in and out of love. We rush rush rush rush rush to turn into grownups! We wait wait wait to have a vacation and fun Only to rush rush rush so we can prepare for the next school term. When we grow up, the wait wait wait continues. We wait wait wait to find out how we did on that tricky job interview. If we get hired, we wait wait wait to be approved by our supervisor. If we don’t get hired, we wait wait wait in long employment lines. If we’re good at our jobs, we rush rush rush to get promotions. If we’re mediocre on our jobs, we rush rush rush to shape up. The more successful we are, the more we rush rush rush and wait wait wait, Attending seminars, catching planes, trying to meet deadlines. The less successful we are, the more we rush rush rush and wait wait wait, Applying for more loans we can’t pay off, tackling more jobs we can’t handle. Sometimes it’s rush rush rush to marry, wait wait wait to be divorced. Everyone knows traffic and phones are totally wait wait wait and rush rush rush. In having our children, depending on circumstances, We either rush rush rush or wait wait wait. Then we go through the same routine with them that our parents did with us: Wait and rush, rush and wait -- that’s what life is all about, believe me.