Waiting is the thing we consistently do, and it has become a concept we have to painfully accept.
Waiting for the bus.
Waiting for a train.
Waiting for work to end.
Waiting for lessons.
Waiting for food.
Waiting for someone.
Waiting in line.
Waiting for the traffic light.
Waiting in a traffic jam.
Impatience can be found whenever I have to wait for something to happen. After all, if we were to put all these tiny seconds and minutes altogether, we spend about three months of their lifetime waiting for things, though I believe that it is even more.
For every second we wait, we are moving steadily towards our deaths.
If we become more acceptable towards the time we wait, we become more appreciative of everything, we live life a little more. For making the best out of every moment, we take ownership of our lives.
Life is after all, a wait.