I hate waiting. Waiting in lines, waiting for somebody to arrive, waiting for something to happen.
Waiting makes me anxious. I know I could do something more useful in the meantime.
He died of a broken heart, lonely and alone. No friends to say final goodbye, no family, children or even neighbors that knew him. His friends left long ago, or to say more truthfully, he left them. Tormented inside since and because of his tough childhood, he carried anger…
It’s hard being hurt many times in life. Every hurt chips your heart away a bit. Sometimes it feels like there’s nothing left to chip away. Feels like there are only bits and pieces of your heart, lying on the floor, scattered, lost, swept away in the dusty corners.
Ever had that feeling you’re rowing a boat and realizing it’s just floating on a lake? And you know the size of the lake, what’s the water like, how to get on the shore and how long it takes you from one side to the other?
We know how to get to the Moon, we know how to be creative, entrepreneurial, we know how to invent, assemble planes and so on…
We are able to answer most the “How” questions in the world. Or we find the ways to How.
