The Waiting is the Hardest Part
We go forward each day with hope for the future and fear of the unknown in harmony with our beating hearts and naked souls. What we believe we are, bears little resemblance to who we really are inside, hidden by the cloak of the ego. It seems that everything that makes us who we are on this plane of existence is explained in the mathematics of music. Which is why music is so important to me and probably to you as well. It caresses the mind, body, and soul and lifts us above the fray of “life” to places unreachable by other means.
These days of life, that we are now all enduring, conjures up in our minds music and lyrics that tries to make sense of what our eyes are seeing and our ears are hearing. Most recently for me, a song has been repeating in my head explaining exactly how I feel about the here and the now. From the Tom Petty song “The Waiting” with its southern twang and heartfelt lyric of “The waiting is the hardest part” seems to play in my mental jute box all the time.
For us (the kindred spirits who read what I write), it seems like right now “The waiting is the hardest part”. We all know what has been done to our world. We are all well versed in the facts, figures, and realities of the poison they call the vaccine. We know what the outcome will be. And now we must sit and wait for what we know will soon come. Because when you are waiting for the world to die; the waiting is the hardest part.