I have a problem with waiting. I never really like the whole idea of it, be it waiting for food at the restaurant, waiting in a queue to waiting for the right man to marry but somehow, I have realized that the only thing to anything wonderful lies in waiting.

As I experience another night I dread having (last night)

I “mourn” for things I don’t know. Things I wish came, and for the dreams that are so alive in me yet (still) out of sight.
It feels like I was living in the vagueness of serenity and the need to be somewhere else, somewhere where reality doesn’t need me to wait any longer.
Nothing in particular was bothering me; I just have seasonal nights like these. It definitely sounded as emo as it was but I got out of it a couple of hours because dwelling too long in it isn’t the sanest thing to do.

I didn’t have a “direct” conversation (with God) last night about it while it was happening and I never doubt He was there.

I just wanted it (time) to pass, for morning to come and for the night to slip away as I slept.

It did, I woke up forgetting it ever happen and as I flipped the bible just now, this passage stopped my track.

I think I got what the whole emo night was all about when it reminded me about “Time”, Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

 

Ecclesiastes 3
"Everything Has Its Time"
1 To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
8 A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.