Patience

And so,
another time,
another day,
The happening
will occur.
Shall I wait?
Must.

Are the good moments, when achieved, worth the bad that occupies most of our striving believing only in the good's potentiality?

We live for those few great moments scattered randomly amidst the clutter of depression in hope to be found and desperation that they are lost.

You can make them: the seeds are there wanting to be planted, fertilized, taken care of, fostered into buds.

And the harder you try, the longer you have to wait, the more rewarding the results are.