Ayn Rand once said: “Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.”
For many, life is a series of waiting; the end of one waiting often marks the beginning of another wait, thus forming a chain of waiting; waiting forms an experience, and that experience become life.
In that house is a sick in the bed waiting for his health to return, or the agonizing wait for the ultimate exit; those couples in the neighborhood are in the wait for a loving child, the anxious wait to touch those little fingers and to see them scribbling clouds and cats on the walls; the young girl sitting on the window-sill is awaiting an SMS, hoping for technology to bring in on the screen the words she’s longing to read; that young man on the stone-bench in the park around the corner is waiting for that phone call, that long wait for that longing voice!
That little girl sitting on the doorsteps with her hair braided on both sides has been waiting for the postman to come through that narrow lane of her street with a bend in the end, a long wait for that parcel with a teddy-bear her dad in the army promised to send; her mother’s wait is for him to come home, safe, one day soon.
The farmer in the paddy-field is waiting for rain to pour; the tourist on the street is waiting for the sun to shine!
The saint in the cave is waiting for his nirvana, the ultimate symbol of existence; the lady in the brothel is waiting for her next source of her meal, the artificially infused nirvana of living!
In market and in the thick shadow of darkness are the whispers of people venting their frustration from their wait for a day of light; in the corridors of hospitals are the hush-hush sound of people waiting and in the streets are the rambling noise of vehicles waiting…
The wait is never ending; the wait for employment, the wait for that approval, the wait for that acceptance; the wait for that belongingness; the wait for that identity; the wait for this, that or the other.
Yesterday we spend waiting for today, and today we continue our wait for tomorrow; the present ever in the race of running past our sight to the fast fading past of life….
And as I finish writing this, there is a wait to see if you will read it till this line!
"Life was always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act." said Paulo Coelho
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