‘Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.’
Right now, I’m waiting. What I love about that book though, is that it teaches us that no matter what happens, we will succeed in the end. Perhaps the email that I’m waiting for won’t say what I’m hoping, and maybe that email will never come, but we should try not to rest our whole lives on simply waiting for it to happen.
Somehow, it’ll be okay. If it’s not okay, it’s simply not the end yet.
Living. Laughing. Loving.