we spend the majority of our lives waiting; waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to end, waiting for something to begin. that ‘something’ is most definitely life itself and why are we waiting? why do we wait for something that is blatantly and inevitably right before our eyes? why do we choose to ignore life? are we afraid of it? i think we are. we fear, yet we lust over the idea of the unknown, yet the fear takes its toll and we are left, waiting. it’s not fair, is it?