Ananda

So, I’m sitting here at my bus stop waiting for the 10:15 bus to get to my college and it just dawned on me how much of our lives we spend waiting. Waiting for the bus or the train. Waiting for a phone call or for the kettle to stop boiling. Waiting for firsts, waiting for lasts. Waiting for love and passion and waiting for contentment and happiness.

I read somewhere once that there are two kinds of waiting, the waiting you do for something you know is coming and the waiting you do for the things you don’t.

It’s so much easier to wait for timings and days that we know are always just around the corner than to wait for moments and for words left unsaid.

It is known that ”a watched pot never boils” and that “once you stop looking, it will appear”—whatever “it” is for you. But as humans, our eyes are forever on the clock and we are forever waiting. And I think what we wait for with the most intensity is for our lives to begin. And for our lives to end. ♦