Wait

So, I guess this is not the best time to rant about my issues in life. Not at this time when people are fighting for their and other people's lives. Not at this time when people are complaining, waiting and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. I know, not now.

But this is my blog anyway. Lesser audience. Lesser judgments. Lesser bashing.

I actually have no idea why I need to visit my blog. I don't know why I need to stare at this screen. I just feel the need to. My mind has not been allowing me to get enough sleep these days, and well, that's not something new. But maybe, writing about nothing is helpful. Writing about being nothing is worth writing. Writing about nothing is what I need to do.

These days, many things play inside my head and all those point to one thing-- wait for the right time. Wait for formalities. Wait for acceptance. Wait for understanding. Wait for improvement. Wait for betterment. The latter being the hardest thing to wait for. But yes, synonymous to waiting is also hoping. Oh well, that's another thing to do.

So, right now, I am praying for the patience to wait; for the resources to wait; for the sanity to wait; for the people to help me wait and for the time to finally end wait.

I can do this. Let me just wait.





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