One of the hardest things in life is waiting. Waiting for the exam results, waiting for the doctor with the results, waiting your perfect car, waiting to find love, waiting for your love to come back, waiting for the most important call, waiting to have time to go on that around-the-globe trip, waiting to heal and so on. Waiting…waiting…waiting….
I hate waiting…It’s not that I am used to getting what I want when I want…really…on the contrary, but it’s too hard to wait. And what is with that saying that all good things are difficult to achieve? Why is that? Why prolonging the agitation and the nervous state?
They say the waiting is making things better. Maybe. But what if things are already better? What if the waiting is useless? What if better means NOW?
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