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So, I am stuck. I cannot really go anywhere because I ma just waiting. And I began to think. Aye, thinking. Again, I know, I know, never healthy. Hm. But, I like to think. So, I was thinking about that, waiting.
I decided that there is entirely too much waiting in the world! We are waiting for someone, waiting for something to happen, waiting to figure out what to do, waiting to be able to do something. But, enough people have told me that I have actually began to believe, that there is ALWAYS something one can do! At any point!
Which leads to something else, why do we wait? Is it out of fear? Maybe. Indecision? Possibly. Both? Likely, methinks. I think that it has come to be that people fear what they do not know, what they cannot know, and that lies in the future. Also in dark, and death. We are used to control and knowledge, it is what makes us what we are.
And also, going foward. Finally taking charge and heading into the unknown, bravery. But let's not think of waiting- the time spent in waiting as an absence of bravery. Because it just doesn't seem right. Even the brave hesitate sometimes. Gravery isn't the absence of fear, but the courage to go in despite it.
What it waiting is just a collection period? A preparation? The problem has presented itself, a void of options, or perhaps just a door open that offer solutions. Well, let us say that there is an empty pool between yourself and the problem and that opening. Well, in time, silvery courage can flood into that pool and render it full. Full enough to cross and get to the opportunities that await us.
Waiting, after all, seems to be a necessity. But as time goes on, I believe the pool gets shallower and shallower because the ourage that was once needed now resides within the victor. With each victory comes some amount of strength that becomes built into our very beings. And it gets us through.
Aeliara · Wed Jun 21, 2006 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments |
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