Sometimes I feel like we're all waiting for something. For a change; for something different, something new.
Don't get me wrong; there is nothing bad in anticipation. It can be a beautiful thing, for sure. There are so many things worth waiting for in life; and it's certainly no good to rush in those situations.
But, what if anticipation intentionally or unintentionally turns into infinite postponement? What if, waiting becomes not doing?
Don't hold your breath for too long, you may suffocate yourself.