About Waiting



Waiting is not my best thing.
I am always bad at it.
And as if the universe had always known me best,
It always the best when it comes to make me waiting.

And I grew up becoming used to it.

Like sitting on the stairs for hours while others come and go,
Like standing on the side of the road while others are passing by,
Like sitting on the bench in the middle of the park,
Like standing on the balcony on the fifth floor,
I embrace my surroundings while I am waiting.

And I grew up learning many things from it.

Like being grateful for being able to rest while others are in a rush,
Like being grateful for having time to reflect on myself while others don’t even have time to empathize with people around them,
Like being grateful for being able to breathe slowly while others forget how to breathe,
Like being grateful for having someone to wait for while others are busy searching for the mate of their souls through online dating applications,
I understand the beauty of waiting.
And I’ll always be waiting;
For I know that it’s worth to do, for it’s you whom I’m waiting for.


M.F

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