The waiting never ends. That's the best and worst part of it. Life.
We wait for someone special. Someone comes in. We wait some time to get friendly. Then we wait for the time to come when we should meet, at a perfect place and at a perfect time. Then we actually meet each other. The so-longed wishes and smiles and laughs and blushings. The enjoyment of it. Then we part.
If we are unlucky, one of the parties will feel bored and wander away. And the waiting for the other person will be eternal. But if we are lucky, then both parties wait now, for the next meeting. Meanwhile we wait for the other person to advance, in any possible way. We wait for the friendship to grow. The waiting continues. Wait for another meeting. Wait for holding hands. Wait for lone, good times together. And the list goes on.
And that's the beauty of it.
No one has seen the day and the night simultaneously. No one has seen both sides of a coin, at a single instance. No one has cried and laughed on one given moment.
But the person who waits, has seen the day and the night simultaneously. She has seen both sides of the coin, at a single instance. She has cried and laughed out loud in her moments of joy and happiness. Because she is the one who doesn't know which world she belongs to. In her dreams she has seen herself in the arms of another person, and then she woke up in silence in her lonely bed to realise she was really alone. Because there is still hope left for her. Because she can always be happy thinking about the possible future about which she has dreamt and fancied every single moment in her mind, and because she can weep nights thinking about what went wrong in her life.
But the waiting never ends. And that's the best part of it. Because the waiting... it keeps her alive.
We wait for someone special. Someone comes in. We wait some time to get friendly. Then we wait for the time to come when we should meet, at a perfect place and at a perfect time. Then we actually meet each other. The so-longed wishes and smiles and laughs and blushings. The enjoyment of it. Then we part.
If we are unlucky, one of the parties will feel bored and wander away. And the waiting for the other person will be eternal. But if we are lucky, then both parties wait now, for the next meeting. Meanwhile we wait for the other person to advance, in any possible way. We wait for the friendship to grow. The waiting continues. Wait for another meeting. Wait for holding hands. Wait for lone, good times together. And the list goes on.
And that's the beauty of it.
No one has seen the day and the night simultaneously. No one has seen both sides of a coin, at a single instance. No one has cried and laughed on one given moment.
But the person who waits, has seen the day and the night simultaneously. She has seen both sides of the coin, at a single instance. She has cried and laughed out loud in her moments of joy and happiness. Because she is the one who doesn't know which world she belongs to. In her dreams she has seen herself in the arms of another person, and then she woke up in silence in her lonely bed to realise she was really alone. Because there is still hope left for her. Because she can always be happy thinking about the possible future about which she has dreamt and fancied every single moment in her mind, and because she can weep nights thinking about what went wrong in her life.
But the waiting never ends. And that's the best part of it. Because the waiting... it keeps her alive.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is
ReplyDeletepainful. But not knowing which to
do is the worst kind of suffering.
-Paulo Coelho.