I try not to wait. In that I try to do, to think and most of all, I try to make things happen. Waiting is a kind of inaction and inaction, unless it's sleeping, is rather a waste of time.
Yet, presently, I am waiting. My mind is focused on something that I want so I'm waiting for it. I wrote a poem once about waiting. The inspiration for which was a message. A message that I long waited for. Interestingly, and perhaps, significantly, that message never arrived. To this day, I never received the message I wanted. I sometimes think that if your mind is so strongly focused on wanting something, you kind of scare it away.
Thus, I shall not wait. Not only because I don't want to scare it away but because life happens and you have to take every opportunity to live it.
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