The wait is akin to travelling in a fast car as your surroundings whiz past in a blur. Seated anxiously, you wonder for the instance that will hold like a snapshot. You know of this moment well in your heart though it has yet to come. It is like a child you have nurtured in your womb, one whom you have showered with your hopes, believing that when you meet, all your dreams would come into fruition. But where is this moment? Where is this child? The car zooms past barren fields in an endless journey. You are kept yearning.
When being idle becomes unbearable, you play a game in your head. You picture what you are looking for around the next bend. It tingles your being with a momentary excitement. Five..four..three..two.. and the car has turned the corner. It's not there. You thank the game for the solitary respite. There's a few corners up ahead anyway. You play the game again. Five..four..three..two.. tired...
Slowly you come to accept that this life is a collection of events, people, feelings that come and go. They are scenes that play and replay. They feel external to your being. You are the observer, sitting at the backseat of car, whizzing past life in a blur.
Life, on the other hand, waits no longer for you.
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