The waiting lounge.

I am going through one of those sad a.k.a bad phases, again. So ignore the whiny undercurrent which will probably be a dominant part of this post.

So, I was having a textual conversation with a friend when I said, “I often find myself in the waiting lounge” on being told that it is just a phase and it will pass. I have such zest for life but when I think of how regularly I visit the ‘This phase will also pass’ lounge, the enthusiasm dies a bit. I spend so much time there that it feels like that when I am not in there, I am out there doing something that makes me go back in there.

Why is it that everything that goes wrong is termed a ‘phase’ which shall eventually pass? Why can’t something stick, especially when we specifically resolve that it will never be ‘just another phase’? Why is life such a bitch when it ought to be acting like an entity with a heart? At times it seriously feels like the world is a stage, we are the puppets and some supernatural entity is pulling off a sick joke on us. I am so fed up of feeling so caught up in those materialistic strings; feels like by the time I get myself out of one web, I walk right into another one.  I would have also gone with the flow and called it another ‘phase’ had something precious to me than my own life not been at the center of it. How can I wait for it to pass me by when it is the only thing I want?

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~ by Kritika Sethi on June 24, 2011.