It seems to me that we spend a lot of time waiting. For myself, I am exhausted and irritated with waiting. My discontent with the present moment is caused by this waiting. I know that but seem to have less than adequate means to rectify this. The only peace I get from this waiting is in those too rare moments when I miraculously shift into that calm place where there does not seem to be much thinking going on. But this does not last for long and I am back to waiting. Meditation helps a little and contemplation helps too. Helps to keep me aligned and all that. But ultimately I am left alone with myself and this waiting. Does it end only in death or does it not end even then?