Waiting: Endless Slumber

I have been thinking for the last 10 days, why am I waiting. Waiting to get my first story book published, waiting for a change in professional life. That coveted 'creative satisfaction' in life.

This waiting is endless. I know I can write, and express situations and feelings through words. But aren’t there millions waiting to be the next Booker Winner! So how does one quantify the importance of waiting?

Who cares, if my books don’t turnout to be a ‘Bestseller’. At least, it would satisfy my quest to write. A walk inside a book store today made me feel guilty, guilty of not doing enough for myself.

I don’t want to wait anymore. Those who wait, never reach their goal. Waiting is like an endless sleep. We wait for that special moment, that special person but fail to address it when it actually arrives. And sometimes, waiting underplays the goal itself. Waiting for things beyond our control seems worthless to me. 

We can make it, only when we are awake. So if you have a target, don’t wait. Start working for it. I am a bad manager with time. And that’s what is coming between me and my goal.

But I have woken up from the slumber. I shall begin my work now.