you wait ages for a bus, and then 2 come by at once

Most days I am patient enough, and blessed with sufficient wisdom to know that I cannot rush time - that though I am curious to see where tomorrow leads us, there is little I can do but wait to see how our story unfolds. On these days I find peace in the thought that what will be will certainly become, and all a man can do is live within the best of his own abilities, whilst trusting in God to do what is best for us.

But I am only a man.

Some days I lie awake and agonise about the things that I know, and the gulf that lies between this firm ground and the dark waters of the things that might occur in the next instant. Every moment is precious, and I cannot help but wonder, if this one is not wasted, and if the next one is not lost forever, or shaped by the choice that I just made, because even when we choose to do nothing, we make a decision.

Even when we choose to do nothing, we make a decision.

I want to know how this story is told when the children gather in the dusk. I want to know how the Talking Drum will sing this song, and what refrain it will teach those who will walk in the wake of this journey.

I want to know, and sometimes tomorrow is too far away.

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