Daily, snackable writings to spur changes in thinking.
Building a blueprint for a better brain by tinkering with the code.
A Chess app from Tinkered Thinking featuring a variant of chess that bridges all skill levels!
The Tinkered Mind
A meditation app is forthcoming. Stay Tuned.
A Lucilius Parable: Glitch Report
A Lucilius Parable: Death of Description
A Lucilius Parable: Change of Scenery
A Lucilius Parable: Waiting for Now
A Lucilius Parable: Missing Out
A Lucilius Parable: Little Domino
A Metaphor of Psychological Experience
A Lucilius Parable: Soaring Dreams
A Lucilius Parable: The End of Contentment
A Lucilius Parable: A Day's Work - Part II
ENJOY THE WAIT
February 21st, 2022
Red lights and check-out lines. Waiting rooms and response times. For whatever cursed reason, the default response to forced waiting is frustration, annoyance - even anger. And almost no reflection is devoted to this extremely common part of life. People in their last decades can get just as pissed off at an unwanted wait as a toddler who can’t get their food fast enough.
If we could only see these parts of a person’s life, the only conclusion to be drawn would be that such a person simply can’t wait for life to be over.
And yet life is short. An old man once said to me: when you are young, time is like the distance between telephone poles, but when you get to be my age, it starts looking like a picket fence.
It’s an equally strange phenomenon that time seems to speed up as more of it passes us by, and yet despite all this, a slow check-out line can bring absolute ruin to a person’s mood and mind.
Is it possible to find red lights meditative? Can a waiting room be anything like sitting at the beach? Can a checkout line be an opportunity to realize anew just how improbable our entire existence is?
Certainly. These are all advertisements for a meditation practice - something which comes online in all of these scenarios - at least for the well practiced individual.
Many of the arguments for starting a meditation practice are touted as altruistic: it makes you a better person, less of an asshole to friends and family. Do them a favor. But a well honed meditation practice does first and foremost improve the quality of life for the meditator.
Simply imagine if all of the frustrating pockets of time in life that normally inspire a low-grade rage could all be replaced with that overwhelming feeling of relaxation and pleasure that comes after a much needed sigh and a breath of fresh air? This is an upgrade that money simply can’t buy, and which at the end of life is simply priceless when looking back.
It’s strange that in a culture that goads us to use time wisely, that we are so prone to use it so poorly when a pocket of it presents itself. Even if it means “using” that time in the simplest way possible: life grows shorts as the seconds tick by; best to enjoy the wait.