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I’m waiting right now for the doors of opportunity to present themselves to me. Waiting, patiently. Patience is not something I work well with.
All I know is that I feel this restlessness stirring inside me and nothing seems to quench that thirst. It’s like when you’re hungry but you can’t figure out what you’re hungry for. You nibble at this and at that but none of the bites quite fill that need. Maybe temporarily but it’s not a lasting fullness. What am I hungry for? What is it that I need?
So I sit here hungry in an abundantly stocked pantry and thirsty in a desert.
Still waiting.
Patiently.
1 comment:
Welcome to my nightmare. Patience is something I seem to have for everyone but myself.
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