Aren't we all just waiting — anticipating —
for something good/bad to happen,
for someone to take the charge?
We wait for the completion of plans, a
culmination of everything. The rise and fall,
birth and death, ending and beginning.
Why can't we leave things half-done
without regret? Will we then still wait?
But there isn't any contract, there isn't
any adage to finish what you start.
What about living a world of disarray,
of childlike clutters everywhere we stray?
Will this infect our sight and
injure our mental fixture? Will this
crop a commotion? Thus we wait for it
to resolve, for newness to bend. What is it
with closing, conclusion, consolidation?
We refuse to forget. We demand for it
to wait. To give Time its process
of linear authority. To believe in Eternity.
Friday, March 7, 2014, 3:30 PM –
Sunday, March 9, 2014, 10:08 AM