Seats around, empty, and the station's platform all alienated.
Alone we sit, still and firm, waiting.
Waiting for all the ones we desire.
The wait, sometimes humiliating and a humble defeat. As the clock takes its time, each ticks agitating our patience.
The mind wanders about, from the knowing that it is coming and it will someday arrive, to "I must be a failure, all lacking, a slow burden in this racing earth, I must not be doing enough."
Will arrive when one isn't looking.
So look around, see the person there? The one seated in the other side of you.
Who is nowhere near in your alignment.
Go sit beside them, perhaps offer them the seat next to you.
Talk, converse, connect to that unaligned, undestined, far from being the one, person and spend the waiting moments, entangled with another.
The one person, will arrive.
But in your wait, loneliness and isolation should not be your call.
The one job, will arrive.
But in your wait, idleness and hovering above the one that you have should not be your call.
The beautiful promise, that says, we all have something that is destined for us, comforts our soul. For fate and destiny is another word for thoughtfulness. The idea that something was made for us means someone out there, thought tenderly enough to pick and choose every little details of who we are as a person and what we will align with. Its a mark of care and consideration that we long for deeply.
But sometimes that destiny arrives in its own pace.
While you wait, for that beautiful destiny of yours, made just for you, live and get entangled with the ones that are barely yours.
Because everyone in this world is waiting. In silence, in solitude.
While they wait, they remain utterly binded by their unarrived destiny. They show loyalty and deep devotion to the ones that has yet to arrive while missing out on their passing presents.
That person might not be the one.
That job might not be the one.
But they are there with you, aren't they? Accompanying your solitude as you wait for the ones that are yours.
You are that accompanying person to someone while they wait for their destiny.
Someone is that accompanying person for you while you wait for your destiny.
Waiting should not mean, barren, lonely, despair filled place.
Be playful, have fun, make tons of memories.
With the ones that are not your destiny.
With the ones that are not made for you.
You are heading to the south, they are heading to the north. So unaligned you two are, clearly not made for one another.
But somehow the bus stop you both are nesting in, is the same.
After an hour of ride, you both will have to switch your ride and direction.
You will go to that stop.
They will go to the one in the other side.
And there you will both wait for your buses again that takes you where you belong.
But isn't it sad? That while you share the same bus stop and have a hefty one hour ride to go for together. You didn't ask each others name? And didn't offer one of your earphones and shared your playlist, talked about where you both are headed to, laughed at the goats scratching their backs on a wall on the way, didn't see the amazing sunset on the sky, didn't talk about the things on your mind.
Its a shame, that there was a friend and a connection to be made, on your way to your destination but your utter loyalty to that place deprived you of that memory.
I am a person deeply infatuated by fate. I love destiny and red strings that I constantly check on someone else's pinky finger, if their thread and mine is connected or not.
But waiting is written for all.
As I wait, for all of the ones.
I want to connect with my surroundings.
In your school, there is one friend that was destined for you. But such youthful innocence and joyous spirit we had when we were children.
We talked with everyone, laughed with everyone, cried with everyone, didn't matter if they were the one for us or not. We made so many memories. So much so that when we pass by them in the streets, our faces lights up.
So contrasting to the narration we have been told isn't it? That only the ones for you, lights up your spirit.
No. Its everything that we dare to connect with, that can spark our will to live.
Not that one thing that we wait. Wait. Wait. Utterly devoted to.
Perhaps its the maturity that grows our extremes.
When we live long enough we realize, the destiny made for us such as , who we are, who our parents are, how they treat us, how our childhood went, how our studies were, how we looked and felt about ourselves, how someone treated us, etc etc. When these realizations about the early destiny we unravel, becomes disappointing we put a lot of emphasis on the upcoming destiny.
The ones that has yet to arrive.
We put so much faith in them, as to not have them disappoint us like the early ones did.
That is why, we overcompensate with over grit and loyalty to the destiny that is coming because the destiny we already have lived through did not bring fond memories or feelings.
But I say, dare to connect.
Nomatter if that thing is yours or not.
Nomatter if that person is in your fate or not.
Be like the person who sets out for a journey but also takes many pictures of many things on his way. Not just the destination he saved his film for.
If you want to see the summit, on your way there, a pale leopard might run past you in a dazzling sprint, someone's childlike snowman might be still standing from god knows when, an outlandish risktaker might be skiing down the slope that you dare not look back to.
On your way, many amazing things live and unfolds. Summit? Well, you will reach it one way or another. Why not interact with the journey while you're at it.
Be the child you once were.
Who knew what special meaning the word best friend held but still got along with others anyways.
Who knew how important 9th grade was about to be but had fun in the 7th and 8th grade anyways.
Be that child who knows the delicate beauty in the word "the one" but still enjoys the ones that are not anyways.
