Anita

I was pondering this question also. The word ‘waiting’ for me turned into the phrase ‘chasing rainbows’. I’ve realised that I’ve been doing that for the past few years, going after that elusive something with the promise of the proverbial pot of gold at the end. I haven’t found the pot of gold yet. Nowhere near. At least, when I thought I had found something great that would bring me happiness, it turned out to be short-lived. There’s always something more that I think I need in my life.

What is the pot of gold? Is this the promise of a better place? An escape from my boring existence? That thing which will finally give me happiness and satisfaction? That which will suddenly make me see and understand everything in my life? Love? More cake?

I think you are right about the fact that we are seeking and waiting for when we are free from fear. I think we are onto something here!