It's been the longest while since I was blogging. This used to be my emotional toy, I had this illusion that it absorbs the pain when I type.
A friend of mine was asking why I haven't been posting anything. I dunno, I think I'm just waiting. For what? I guess a different mood. A new story to tell. A new person in me...
So much has happened since my last published post. The pain that has filled a lot of this url is already gone. The cynic is sleeping. Yes, the author is now happy. I have learned what it means to wait.
I hated waiting you know. Just like everybody else. And yet I wait. Just like everybody else. In line : for my turn to order at McDo, my bus trip to leave, conformes to be signed, my feet to be pampered at a salon, my pain to go away, for love to come. I realize now that waiting is terrible when we fixate on the idleness. When we refuse to see other things, do other things. It's the "wait" that already tells us to use our other senses to welcome the presence of other elements. An opportunity to try something new or be silly while whatever you are waiting for is on hold. Wait like you're not waiting. Wait and yet move, move your world. Wait and be happy for that certain pause in your life.
When we don't mind waiting, other things happen, moments that surprise us, the kind of stuff that could actually turn our lives around. Coz guess what GOOD THINGS DO COME AND GET US.
