Monday, August 24, 2015


Waiting is the hardest part of everything, isn’t it? Like when we wait, we walk on the Unknown St. hoping to be walking toward the Worth It Ave. But the street is too long for us to be able to weigh whether we are still waiting for something or we are wasting our precious gold called time on nothing.

We reach an intersection, and we look to our left and right having an absolute zero clue whether to take either turns or continue the path of the Unknown St. Because really, how do we know when it is the time to stop waiting for that one thing we have already lost millions of hours for? How do we know when we have reached the point of Too Much if there is no street sign at all? How do we know when to go full stop, slow down or keep going if there not one traffic light that tells us so?

Maybe it is our call. At the end of the day, it depends on us if we are going left or right, stop, slow down or continue walking the straight path of the Unknown. Because it is only us who can tell when we have had enough of waiting—a pang of conscience on our feet which carry the weight of everything.