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Nobody tells you how long to wait

Nobody tells you how long to wait.

People ask you to be patient, to not rush, and that things take time. But how long?


I love what George Eliot once said: What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other? Yet, in a world of billions, who wants to do that? Who is out there, making someone else's days easier? Life can feel heavy, even suffocating. So why would I care about your landlord troubles, your rude HR, or the dress you’ve been longing for but can’t afford, among my already messed up days? Its overwhelming. But here’s the thing: it doesn’t overwhelm me.

I love to participate in everyday moments, I love to know what conversations you had with the auto driver, why is the delivery taking extra time when it was about to arrive today, what has your manager told you about the new projects, I love to discuss, how annoying is the boss, how polite are the neighbours, and how to save more money. 

My happiness does come from making that so called extra effort, the kind that lifts your spirits. But does yours?

Probably not.

And so, in a world where everyone seems to be fending for themselves, you learn to wait. You wait to find good, kind people who don’t shy away from sharing the load. People who, like you, aren’t overwhelmed by it. They just want to make life a little easier; because they can, and because they want to.

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