And you—what is your barrier to life?

Are you truly living, or are you just waiting?
Waiting for something or someone to show up and finally give you permission to say: "Now, my life can begin."

I’m waiting for my partner.
I’m waiting to have a child.
I’m waiting for my next vacation.
I’m waiting for her to notice me.
I’m waiting to heal.
I’m waiting to be thin.
I’m waiting for him to come back.
I’m waiting to get my license.
I’m waiting for the next election.
I’m waiting to be rich.
I’m waiting for a miracle.
I’m waiting for him to be happy.
I’m waiting for him to die...

But isn’t this waiting itself an obstacle?
An excuse not to live?

What does it mean to live?
What does it mean to exist?
Isn’t it about being in the present moment?

Waiting is the opposite of life.
Because life is—and only is—movement.
Where there is waiting, there is no movement. There is stagnation. Paralysis.
An excuse that keeps us trapped in a supposed hope, in a future we imagine will be better than the present.

But is life so naïve that it doesn’t see what we’re trying to do?
What we’re doing is manipulation. We say: "Look, I’m suffering, but I’m staying alive—because I’m waiting."

And maybe, suicide is a form of life, too.
At least it has been for me, through people I loved deeply.
They no longer wanted to wait.
They chose not to wait for someone or something to save them.
They chose to act.
To stop waiting—and in that, perhaps, to live.
Even if it’s invisible.

So if today you’re still waiting for something before you start living, ask yourself:
What is it I’m waiting for?
Who am I waiting for?
And if that thing or person never came—what would you do?
Would you finally start living, or would you choose to remain the victim?

Some people have faith. They believe God is guiding them. And that’s beautiful.
But sometimes faith also becomes a way of waiting, of avoiding responsibility.
What if God simply wants what we truly want?
And what if it’s our refusal to live—right here, right now—that’s keeping everything stuck?

So maybe today, you could stop waiting.
Just take a step. A single step.
A step toward life.

With love,
Marine Sélénée