While we wait

Sometimes we seem to do things that appear just filling the space and the time while we are really waiting for the next real step. Life is a train in transit, we go in this wagon and we see things pass by. Sometimes we stop, and we take a look at the station while the train is getting new passengers, and perhaps they will sit in our same wagon just for a while. Sometimes life feels more like a visit to a big mall, we walk, we wonder. We stop sometimes to look at things, sometimes we walk together with somebody else, but if they need to go buy something different they may leave and meet us later or not, it would all depend on what their final destination may be. The fact is that life is a single walk; we do it from day one on our own. Trying to figure it all out, we meet and we say good-bye, sometimes we find that the bench on the side is a good place to rest.

Don’t know why but at my age it feel many times as if we were waiting, because the goals have changed, the activities just seem to fill in the blank and we just keep on moving because the inertia is such that you just don’t stop to think what ’s next.

There is no signal as to where should you go, how to find the next road that will take you where you are supposed to go, to continue, to start?

While we wait, it is better to smile, because life is always less painful if we decide to smile and enjoy the ride. Tomorrow is always here sooner than we think...