While I was Waiting

Everyone in this world has to wait; be it waiting in a physical sense or be it waiting in a philosophical form. Waiting often results in remorse about the unchangeable past or anxiety about the indefinite future. While waiting can be all this, it can also be a silent, carefree dialogue with the self, a moment of oneness with the present, listening quietly to the stories of hidden existence, reading history from an invisible book of time, being an unasked judge to the oblivious characters as they