And then we wait
for the fate to unveil
the destined path
with our names on it.
Unsettling, this uncertainty
expects us to be mature.
Most daunting tranquility
which me must endure.
Suddenly the wait then seizes
and bares with it another one.
A new wait thus comes into existence,
wait and wait, oh! Persistence.
Stellar it is to be sanguine,
In times of drought.
To speak amicably
At the face of defeat.
Most fail at this
Not because they are oblivious of it
But because they run out,
Run out of patience, of hope.
To them and to myself, I say
Stop running.
We work ourselves up so much that we start consuming our patience and our energy in the pursuit of our goals/dreams. Stop running and learn walking.
-The Poet and the Pen
