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The waiting room

I have come to realize that life is like living in a waiting room
It seems like I find myself always back to a place of waiting on something. 
Waiting for the moment to dash out the door and carry on with the arranged event for the evening.

Waiting on the next phone call, letter, email from a friend whose life has taken them to another place in the world, away from home.

Waiting for the next moment when I am reunited with a friend whom I have not seen in so long. And as I say goodbye once again, I find myself waiting for that moment when I can say hello again face to face.

Waiting for that moment of realizing what it is I was made to do...

"How do we make these moments last. How do we get them to stay. When everything passes and time goes away..."  ~Time Goes Away -Rosie Thomas (listening to this song as I write) 

It seems like I have always been waiting.... Is one ever truly in a state of contentment?
 Or does waiting  become etched in every single area and season of life.
Sometimes I hate waiting... but it seems it's the only thing I do with my life. 
Waiting for that moment when I know what to do... where the road leads next. And as I sit here I wonder if anyone else finds themselves in the waiting room.

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