Wait

Last night I came to quite a big realisation and I felt like I should share it. It’s probably going to sound really silly though. Oh well. I have always been a romantic. I wouldn’t call it a hopeless romantic, because, to be honest, I never really understood why we call people who believe in the most beautiful thing that God has ever created, “hopeless”. However, backtracking a bit now, because I crave a romantic love so much, I am probably the last person that should be talking about waiting patiently for love. Let’s hope that I can practice what I preach.

So. You are probably wondering what the realisation is, right? Well, put on your seat belt and put down your coffee, because here it comes – the waiting part might be one of the most enjoyable chapters of the whole love affair. Think about it. You have endless options and anywhere you go or anyone you meet can change your life in an instant. Whereas when you already know who you want to spend the rest of your life with, everything is already set in stone.

Maybe you aren’t such a romantic. That’s okay, because you can also see it in the perspective of any dream you are chasing. The planning and chasing part is the best.

Do you get it? Stop pushing the dials of the clock forward blindly by wishing your life away and enjoy the season you are in. You might never again be as free as you are now to choose what you want to eat tonight, to eat it with plastic cutlery (or none at all), to kiss a random person after having too much to drink (or, once again, none at all), to only think of yourself for a whole day, to be the closest thing to Queen-B on the dance floor when Single Ladies comes on or even just to dream about what the future might look like, even though it’s the most irrational thing you’ve ever thought up.

Figure out who you are, be free and enjoy the wait.

Onbekende held

Ek weet nie hoe jy lyk nie,

maar ek kan die lyne op jou gesig lees.

Ek ken nie die klanke van jou stem nie,

maar ek kan hoor hoe jy skree met vrees.

Ek ken nie eers jou naam nie,

maar jy sal vir ewig in my hart wees,

want

ek hoor nou nog die staal op staal,

die ruk van die gewere,

die aaklige brul van die see

en die futiele stemme van beseerdes.

Ek ruik nou nog die bloed:

Nie net jou eie nie, maar dié van jou vriende ook.

Ek ruik selfs die hulpeloosheid en die hartseer,

want dit het daar rondgedwaal soos rook.

 

Onbekende man,

hulle het jou gevang.

Nou lê jy nogsteeds hier

met ‘n roos wat bo jou kop hang –

net soos jy en ek, gaan die roos mettertyd verlep,

maar dis al wat ek vir jou kan gee,

want op ‘n manier probeer ek ‘n ewigheid met ‘n aardigheid skep.

 

Onbekende held,

hulle het jou gevang.

Nou lê jy nogsteeds hier

met net nog ‘n roos wat tevergeefs bo jou kop hang.