Uncertainty is fearsome. The
thought of not knowing the inevitable is anxiety provoking and oftentimes, it
is accompanied with clichéd responses aimed at giving a person some semblance
of comfort whilst patting them on the back muttering something about how
patience is a virtue. What a bunch of bullshit.
It doesn’t delay the passing of
time, nor does it provide us with clarity as to what lies behind the different
doors that we are bound to face. I do not understand how patience can be
construed as a virtue when all of our lives we are being lectured about how
life is short and how time is gold and that it isn’t something to be wasted.
There are two groups of opposing ideologies both revered by society as being
infinitely wise yet not realising how cruelly contradicting they are. Do we sit
and wait and be virtuous or should we hasten up the journey cramming everything
in a second because life is short and death awaits us with an escort of regret
smiling ever so scornfully to mouth the words “neener neener” because we
haven’t done everything that we sought out to do?
In the midst of this human
tragedy stands the girl who tries to fix her broken heart gathering up enough
sanity to try and figure out how she is going to take the next step when the
love of her life refuses to come back to her. Tears fill her eyes because
somehow, crying is the only activity that her body can afford to perform at the
moment. Her brain knows the answer and so does her heart, but what good can it
do her when the love of her life chooses to torment her with the words “I don’t
know what I want… I’m confused. Maybe. Someday. I don’t know. I need some space
and time.”
