Life In A Waiting Room

You apply for a job. You end up on a waiting list. You apply for a graduate program. You end up on their waiting list as well.

Living your life in a waiting room is like reading the prequel to my story. It just doesn't move forward. I imagine all the things you want to do once I get that job. Once I finish this college and get done with this degree. Once I get into my dream university. Once I move out of this rot. Once I meet some one nice. Once I make friends. Once I get my own room. Once I start earning money. Once I look pretty. Once I get to eat healthy. Once I find time to read those books. Once. Once. Once.

Every morning you wake to wait. Every night you fall asleep tomorrow morning will be the "once". 

And, when you are stuck in that transition period. You are nothing but hodge-podge. If you get accepted, life becomes different for you. If you wake up to a rejection mail, you won't know what to turn to. 

All those ultra-positive suggestions of people like, "learn a new skill", "do a course" do not take into consideration about the fact that waiting is also an actual act that we actively do. It consumes our mind, exhausts our energy, demands our time.

Stagnant pond.

- Oizys.