All I have been doing is waiting for the last one year. I waited six months to close the business, then another six months to shift to the new house, arrrgh….now it’s been three months since I received the appointment letter and the visa, but gotta wait another month till I leave. Is it just me or is this just the way things usually happen? It’s just hilarious, coz most of my friends who didn’t get to catch up with me seem to be overjoyed, my parents are already preparing the schedule for slave driving their lil piggy wiggy, take the dogs for vaccination, finish a few deals I started, more visiting to do, more driving to do…hmmm…my grams seem to be over the moon and so are the geckos and bugs that keep me company at night. All their prayers being answered while all I gotta do is count my wonky fingers and wait. Wait, wait and wait, wait for the night, wait for the sun, wait for calls, wait for short messages, wait for the perfect man, and now that I’ve found him, wait to catch up with him, wait to see where it all leads, waiting, waiting and yet more waiting. All this waiting is slowly driving me insane, robbing my peace and draining my smiles.
I am definitely not too pleased with the creator upstairs. He got me to pack up five months before shifting house, sure he had his reasons, but people around thought I was crazy. He got me to pack up my luggage and get ready a month back, this time(that’s two months in all), even though I know he has his reasons, people around me, including my parents think I’ve lost it. Today one of my friends dutifully gives a massive lecture as to why I should stop believing in God. Why oh why does the faith of this rebel be everybody’s scrutiny?
But, my situation is far better than a newly conceived woman who has to wait for nine whole month, a prisoner waiting for his life sentence to end or a cancer patient waiting to die. Therefore, what more could I possibly do, other than thank God for the huge doze of hope I’m blessed with and all the other blessings he has showered me with. It’s his business to still my heart while I wait, and not mine !
Note : The above was written by a long faced, scowling brat. She doesn’t like to have a long face, no she doesn’t ! If you wanna see a positive post, wait till her face takes a positive shape, which may be after she boxes her anger off. Any volunteers ?!?
I am definitely not too pleased with the creator upstairs. He got me to pack up five months before shifting house, sure he had his reasons, but people around thought I was crazy. He got me to pack up my luggage and get ready a month back, this time(that’s two months in all), even though I know he has his reasons, people around me, including my parents think I’ve lost it. Today one of my friends dutifully gives a massive lecture as to why I should stop believing in God. Why oh why does the faith of this rebel be everybody’s scrutiny?
But, my situation is far better than a newly conceived woman who has to wait for nine whole month, a prisoner waiting for his life sentence to end or a cancer patient waiting to die. Therefore, what more could I possibly do, other than thank God for the huge doze of hope I’m blessed with and all the other blessings he has showered me with. It’s his business to still my heart while I wait, and not mine !
Note : The above was written by a long faced, scowling brat. She doesn’t like to have a long face, no she doesn’t ! If you wanna see a positive post, wait till her face takes a positive shape, which may be after she boxes her anger off. Any volunteers ?!?
1 comment:
anywhere but my face n below n hip hip!! :D hehee. the worst part of all in life could be to wait, wait for wht?? i dont even know. atleast you have higher beliefs and strong communication with the man upstairs.. but he still makes you wait.. in that case im a lucky fellow.. i talk to him once in a while n keeps me waiting on the same line.. ;-) not bad.. chilloutzzzzz and kick back.. ok have i annoyed you too much tht u wanna box off ur anger... im cool... give it your best.. :D
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