I got a note from my aunt once and I never really thought much of it. The note was written on a pretty paper and I kept it more so for the pretty print and the sentimental value but not the words she had written.
Then one day I thought about reusing the paper for a gift – it was so pretty! But I realized – because I had forgotten that something was written on it – that I could not use it and I was disappointed and threw it back down.
Much later I took it up and my blood ran cold and my heart skipped a beat:
” I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did, until I caused it to” – Charles Bukowski
How did she know? Did she known that she was giving me a gift and a burden? And I cried for the wasted years.
Now, where must I find the courage and how to stop waiting and make my extraordinary come true?