time and waiting

i am always fascinated with the concept of time. a lot of things have been said about it. they said it can tell (or give explanations). they said it heals all wounds. they said it's gold. but because it is constant and cannot be manipulated (although physics claims it can be stretched or folded), people are slaves to it. our lives are dictated by it. we worry about what time to do what thing. we let it pass and regret afterwards. we seize it, then feel tired later. we refer to our memories in chronological order. a birth in nine months. a birthday in a year. a death in a lifetime.

time is further emphasized to me lately as i once again ponder about waiting. i am in a series of waiting rooms. a breakout from one would mean an entrapment in another. my fear is that if i get too comfortable in one waiting room, i may not want to wait anymore. i might stay, maintain status quo, and forget about destiny.

time pushes me to be hopeful (to be positive) that the next waiting room will be a lot better. it will promise more comfort and can be a lot more inviting. but time, speaking through our experiences, is also the best teacher. it had warned me that lack of movement could eventually lead to discomfort and illusions. it had taught me that the waiting room is not the true limitation, but myself... that if i decide to stay, time will not wait for me.