"i am high enough from all the waiting"....

Most of us are inspired by a  variety of objects or entities, yet we find ourselves spending the majority of the time waiting.  What are we waiting for exactly?  I ask myself this very question daily.  Surprisingly enough, no answer is ever the same.  On some gloomy days I tell myself I am waiting for the armageddon.  On other happier notes, I am waiting for the lottery ticket I never buy to come floating down from the clouds.  Some mornings, I am just holding my breath waiting for that one inspiring song to come on radio.  While others I sit in silence and desperately attempt to hear the sound of my own breathing.

What are we waiting for?  What is the overpowering feeling that one day the magic will just happen?  I, for one, have come to the realization that there is no magic.  There is nothing unusual to be expected of life.  We all sit by and complain in silence of the monotony of our existence, yet we go about our daily lives just waiting.  To have enchanting experiences we have to create extraordinary circumstances.

I am done waiting...