Sometimes it seems that life itself is built on waiting: you wait for a call, a letter, an answer, a meeting... and all this time strange, almost painful tensions are growing inside. ⚡️

I get irritated when someone hesitates with a decision or an explanation. When I ask: "Well, what's next?" and hear in response an uncertain "Soon...", a storm immediately begins inside. 🌪 I want clarity, I want action, I want reality here and now. All this "wait" for me is like a red rag to a bull.

Sometimes I think that there is nothing worse than living in the gap between "maybe" and "I don't know". It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, not taking a step, and at the same time being afraid of falling. 😤 I think some people enjoy this “time to think”, but I don’t. I either walk or run. In between, I lose myself.

And then there’s waiting in relationships. 💔 When someone doesn’t write, doesn’t call, doesn’t define their feelings… it’s just unbearable. I feel like every minute without an answer grows into a huge burden that pulls me down. And at such moments, I start doubting not others, but myself: maybe I’m too demanding? Maybe the problem is in me? But no… waiting is not about me.

And you know what? I’ve learned to accept it. 🖤 If something requires me to wait, I just leave. I choose movement, choice, action. Because every minute is a chance to live life, and not to be a prisoner of someone else’s “soon”. And the faster I understand this, the easier it is to breathe.

Mari