I'll Be Waiting

All I can ever do is wait. For what I want isn't there yet, but living with the hope it's going to come for me is a different kind of heaven in itself. Just like I wait for a sapling to grow up one day and fill up my garden with fresh fruits. Ah, just the hope of it...
I will keep on waiting, as it sedates me, almost euthanizes my mind. All that I have failed and all that have failed me seem like a dream which I will forget the moment I wake up.
Just like a hopeful dendrophile staring at his seeds and watching his flowers, I will keep weaving the moments of my life with the string of time and one day with the first sprout and with the first bloom, the wait will be over.
Maybe I won't remember what I have been waiting for, maybe the void of what I have lost will be long forgotten, but I will find what I have been looking for. Like a candle lighting up a dark room it will fill me up and I will feel whole again. Like a  huge tree that looks unfamiliar, but carries within it somewhere a sapling I knew and had based all my dreams and hopes upon, I'll look up at it and find peace.
Maybe I won't remember that it is this very fruit that I have been waiting for, but after it touches my mouth for the first time again, I will be hit with an aroma I once knew, with memories of things that once made me happy. Finally I will be whole again.
All our lives revolve around a forgotten purpose, a forgotten, familiar song which suddenly starts playing when we find what we have been seeking out for an eternity. It is then, that it dawns upon us that we found everything we ever wanted. At that moment, we are the richest people in the world. We are whole, our tired hearts can finally rest.
Maybe we won't remember what we have been always waiting for, but then we will know it is time to stop.