The waiting game
At the moment, this seems to be the game I am destined to play…
At 15 I was gifted a book by someone I have now lost contact with, Dr Seuss’ Oh The Places You’ll Go. It was a sign by them that I was going to achieve great things.
“You have brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes, you can steer yourself in any direction you choose”
And oh I have. I have not always taken the “right” path, but it seems that I have always ended up in the place that I was meant to be.
Destiny? Maybe… if you believe in that?
The bit im going to show you from this book is quite long but worth the read, trust me.
Right now this seems to be the particular place I am stuck in:
You will come to a place
where the streets are not marked.
A place you could sprain both
your elbow and chin!
“Do you dare to stay out?
Do you dare to go in?”
How much can you lose?
How much can you win?
And IF you go in,
should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters?
Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
Oh Dr Seuss, you put it so perfectly.
“You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race,
down long wiggled roads at a break-
necking pace…”
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear,
toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place.
..for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go.
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
“Everyone is just waiting.”
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
But I hate this waiting, I want to spend life living, not waiting.
Living.
Feeling the sun shining on my face.
Hearing my childrens laughter.
Holding them close and kissing them goodnight.
NO!
That’s not for you! Somehow you’ll
escape all that waiting and staying.
“You’ll find the bright places where
Boom Bands are playing.”
And I will.
Maybe not now, maybe waiting is not all bad, waiting for the right direction.
Left?
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