Waiting around for something that’s not going to happen.
Clinging on to hope
Not facing up to reality nor going out to meet it
It’s this nowhere place
Like purgatory
The maybe zone
The I’ll let you know zone
The not sure zone
Like waiting around at an airport after clearing customs, but before boarding
No going forward and no going back.
Counting on someone or something else
For something around you to change
For someone to make a decision for you
To force you into action,
For someone to come and save you
Not realizing that, no one is coming. That it’s all on you.
You either will it, or you don’t.
You either move, or get left behind
You open your hand, or keep a clenched fist
You either live proactive, or remain reactive.
There’s no point waiting around for something to change, if you yourself are not willing to change
If you yourself are not willing to do anything different.
Waiting in vain, is allowing your life to slip away
And the harder you try and hold on, the more it gets away from you –
like a fistful of sand.
So sometimes it makes sense to take a leap of faith
To let go
To take it upon yourself to make things happen,
The alternative is that you look down in a year or two and find yourself in exactly the same spot.
That might be OK for some, but is it OK for you?
