waiting is our destiny as creatures who cannot, by themselves,
bring about what they hope for.
we wait in the darkness for a flame we cannot light, we wait in fear for a happy ending we cannot write, we wait for a not yet that feels like a not ever.
waiting is the hardest work of hope.
– Lewis Smedes
a post-it note from a friend. you don’t know how much i needed to read this. thanks ; )