Click of a button, then the clock ticks and the ship sets sail,
Pace and wait around for parcels in the mail.
Wait for people: late arrivals and those who might,
Your adolescent still isn’t home and it’s after midnight.
Wait for that text, call or e-mail that takes up all eternity.
Endure the craving, aches and pains of maternity.
Eat all the chocolate and ice cream you can, and watch those rom-coms that continue to make you sad, hoping that one day you’ll meet the one.
Just wait for the weekend, and enter into clubs, for fun.
Use your steering wheel as a drum set, while you’re in traffic.
Tap your feet on the corner street for your next drug fix – trick or treat.
Beg to your boardroom for silence.
Have patience and kindness.
Wait for your sentence in a court of law.
Await the end of the marathon shift or your tedious chore.
Befriend public transport as you wait for your license to be reinstated.
Wait for the passing memories that you’ve always regretted and hated.
Stand up, slouched, with your arms crossed, as you wait in line.
Sit down; relax, inside the waiting room, for the results of your demise.
We all wait. No matter the situation and no matter the age – we do it every day. I don’t think we really ever become accustomed to it. We do accept that it’s a part of everyday life. No matter if it’s waiting to eat, waiting for your food to be cooked, waiting to be picked up from school or work, waiting for a holiday; whatever it is, we wait.
I waited two years to get my license back because I stupidly crashed my car because I was drunk, but nothing is more painful and tedious then waiting to see the woman that makes you experience the most unconditional, complex, profound action known to mankind.
I’m currently in a long distance relationship. She is in the Philippines which is more than two thousand miles away from Australia. It takes an eight hour flight to see her. We rely on technology: phones, laptops and all the applications that it serves. We see the pixelation of one another and we wait for it and miss it. We wait months for that moment to be together physically.
It’s going to be our first year anniversary on July 1st. It’s been tough. It’s difficult because when she’s sad and words aren’t exactly working, a warm embrace isn’t possible. If she is sick or hurt, I can’t race over to her to try and mend it. During arguments at times, reception can bother it. The green eyed monster roams around freely like a snake, and its venom numbs and intertwines with the financial and the waters of distance. The clash of personalities is normal in any type of romantic or platonic relationship and also, the evident cultural difference can definitely be a hindrance. We’ve obviously had times when we wanted to give up; but the occasions where we can be together are worth the wait and everything that you couldn’t do while waiting is magnified and passionate. The dates and the actions are exciting, romantic and humbling.
We are in desperate need to build towards being together permanently though. That’s of course always the goal in this situation; but, right now it’s hard to find employment. While saving for trips, you can’t shop around or buy things for yourself. You can’t really hang out with friends. Everything is devoted to that goal, which sometimes makes it more lonesome. What increases the anxiety and pressure is the fact that the Fiancé Visa application has gone up to $6,000+. For couples that live in the same area, that’s money that can be put towards a wedding, a car or possibly a new house. For couples, mostly after one year, you wouldn’t be thinking about marriage; but in our case, it’s necessary because we want to bridge the oceans between us now.
It’s expensive, it’s worth it and it works. My sister and her husband are joyously married and currently have two children and a house and they were apart for six long years and within that time frame they only got to see each other for a minimum of seven months.
Back then, there wasn’t any WiFi, they had to rely on letters. I guess that’s our advantage; however, the Fiancé Visa was cheaper back then. Another advantage is that, the normal waiting time for the mundane things like appointments, interviews, traffic and waiting for people to arrive become easier. It was even easier than waiting two years for a license to be re-instated. I think the only thing harder than waiting to see the one you love is probably waiting to hear news about your sentencing or your diagnose.
You stick with faith, endurance, attempt to learn patience and you truly understand the deepest and sacrificial action known to mankind: love. That’s what keeps you intact. Truly, that’s all that we really have and need. It is our life source.
