Waiting on the world to change
It has been a while since my last entry and finding time to blog never seemed so hard.. But again, that was in the past, a beautiful forgotten bit of history that resides alone in Memory lane.. Yes, recent times have been nothing short of a challenge and it just seems to get harder with every passing week. Like the aftermath of opening Pandora's Box, Hope seems to be my only consolation in relatively bleak times. Yes, Hope is all I have and perhaps all that I can ask for.It is frustrating and testing of one's patience, especially when you can never seem to be on top of your priorities. Time and again, there was confusion and change. Time and again and again.
This process is slowly eroding me, robbing me of my emotions and mechanising my thoughts. Uniformity they call it but surely there is still scope for stretching imagination? The defiant 'NO!' sounds in the background..Oh well, at least I tried..
What do I desire? I dare not wish but can only hope, that little bit of space I can still call my own, that little bit of room I can still safely declare as solely mine. Surely, surely that cannot be too hard? You never know...
As John Mayer sang, 'We keep on waiting, waiting, waiting on the world to change'... I will wait on quietly and watch intently for change.. Tough times don't last, but tough people do?
Yet, I was the one who chose the path less travelled and I will remain upbeat on the vindication of my choice. Brutus and Stoicism heed my cry!
'We keep on waiting, waiting, waiting on the world to change'...