The waiting game

Have you ever waited for the bus? You stood there at the bus stop (because there were not enough bars to sit on) with a whole bunch of people, peering over the road every two seconds or so, hoping that your bus would appear next. And every now and then, you glanced at your wrist watch wondering how much longer you have to wait there.

And you looked around you, and noticed that everyone else were pretty much doing the same thing. Looked at the road, and glanced at their watch. It was some sort of a ritual, and you looked at the stranger next to you, and for a moment, your eyes locked, and you can feel the irritation emmiting from his eyes, the patience ebbing away, the frustration gnawing slowly, because deep down, you felt the same way too. Both of you were waiting for the bloody bus.

But that's life. It's a big waiting game. Don't you think that your whole life is another big wait? Even at the very start, you waited 9 months before you could finally see the light. And the moment you got out, you see all these different shapes and colours. Then, as babies, you waited to be fed, changed, clothed and carried.

And as you grow older, you waited for more things. As a kid, you waited to grow up and be an adult so that you can stay up late and do the things that your parents forbid you to do. And as a teenager, you waited for the exams to come and go, for the next concert and for your first love to happen. And when you reach adulthood, you waited for the end of the day so that you can leave your workplace, and you waited in the traffic jam to get home. And you waited for the day that you can finally retire and live comfortably for the rest of your life.

And in the end, you waited for death to consume you, and finally, when darkness enveloped you, you waited for the white bright light.

My whole life, I've waited for things to happen.

And I'm still waiting.