How many times in your life have you spent on waiting? Numerous times, right? I do too.
The thing is, waiting with purpose is nothing, it’s just like you watch the time goes by without your noticing, just your solemnly looking forward to the result. That waiting is waiting for the moment with your knowing clearly it’s gonna to take place whatsoever. The more you wait, the more it assures your patience. Anything to say, it’s good for you.
Waiting without purpose is poles apart from it. It’s like the time goes by without your noticing, but the moment you look back, you could cry because all the time you have wasted. The result is clear, from the very beginning, you bitterly know it’s not about flying colors moment when your waiting pays off. Because it’s not gonna happen. You’re the one who knows this best, but still denies it. The more you wait, the more you realise how pathetic, how weak you are, how deceitful you have been to yourself all this time.
It’s not gonna happen, so why am I here?