The Wait

  The time had passed and all felt lost. Fires simmered around the battles fought and seemingly lost. The tolls felt steep with fantasies paid as legitimate currency.

I still had held hope the proverbial Gods would hear my dreams and allow me the chance to relive what I endlessly have rehashed endless times of my many past mistakes. To venture that left path where I had chosen right.  I still found the needed reasons to validate exceptions amongst my peers.

Embarrassingly, I became borderline desperate in finding those mysterious signals that could confirm I’d been recognized, answered, and then provided a definitive path to test the mysteries of time. Realign my imagined status. Like many others brave enough to acknowledge their selfishness, I too longed for that second opportunity.

But reality has that objective way of reigning one’s egocentric and lofty aspirations, especially those derived from a magical and self-serving higher source. Making peace with the inevitable was disappointing yet grounded. Nothing would change, and acceptance was merely part of the process and journey. My crackerjack prize was no different from the next.

Privately and quietly, I still awaited the signals.