The waiting game

I used to be terrified of time. Every second felt like a ticking time bomb, counting down to the end of something good. A fight with a friend? Eternal. A failed test? Forever. A moment of pure joy? Fleeting. It was a constant battle between peak highs and crushing lows, and I was trapped in the middle. 

I clung to the highs, the moments of pure joy and accomplishment, terrified that they would vanish as quickly as they arrived. The lows, on the other hand, seemed to last forever. Every disappointment, every rejection, felt like a permanent stain on my self-worth.

It was an exhausting cycle, a constant battle between hope and despair. The only thing I knew to do in these times was to just wait. And you know what that taught me? Over time, I began to realize that time, rather than being an enemy, was a neutral force. It in fact was my biggest ally. It doesn’t discriminate; it carries both joy and sorrow, success and failure.

It freed me from the tyranny of the past and the fear of the future. I learned to embrace the present moment, to savor the good times without anxiety, and to weather the storms with patience. Enjoying the little moments always seemed out of reach. But learning to wait made it easy.

Today, I approach life with a newfound sense of peace and gratitude. I understand that every feeling, every experience, is fleeting. The highs won’t last forever, and neither will the lows. And that’s okay. It’s powerful, it’s beautiful, it even may be painful but it’s gone in an instant. Everything passes…