"Waiting"

To “wait” is to remain in place for someone or something; to stay stationary.

To look forward with a feeling, either in excitement or anxiety, that something is about to happen.

To pause.

To hold back.

To Stay on.

To linger.

BUT, at times, the “waiting” becomes excruciating, unbearable, if not depressing.

Minutes become hours.

Hours become days.

Days become years.

Years become uncertain.

And, suddenly, you find yourself blankly staring at “nothing”

In such an unfounded “delay-ness” of the moment, in exhaustion, one feels existentially abandoned.

Displaced.

Betrayed.

Lost.

And, forgotten.

Unsure of what comes next, you can just merely sigh in disbelief. This world afterall, with all its ambiguities and reservations, continually silence the soul that longs for meaning.

With a heavy heart, "she was waiting,” Albert Camus pens, “but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Without a doubt, one of the worst things in life, with a piercing tenor, could be the "waiting" process, but nothing could be sadder than to know that nothing in life is really worth waiting for.

11.10.22

11:43 PM

Digital Art by: Lot Jr Tabilid