I used to hate waiting. Yung feeling na wala kang control. Nothing happening. Just stuck between where you are and where you want to be.
Waiting felt like wasted time.
Especially at airports. Sitting at the gate. Watching the screen. Listening for announcements that may or may not change your plans. You don’t know if you’re leaving soon or staying longer than expected.
At first, ang frustrating niya.
You keep checking. You keep hoping. You keep calculating possibilities in your head. What if this works. What if it doesn’t.
Your mind doesn’t rest.
But the more it happened, the more I got used to it.
Waiting stopped feeling like an interruption. It became part of the process. Hindi lahat immediate. Hindi lahat confirmed. Sometimes you just exist in that in-between space.
Not here. Not there yet.
I started noticing things while waiting. People around me. Their expressions. Their body language. Some calm. Some anxious. Some already asleep on airport chairs.
Everyone waiting for something.
Waiting also happens outside airports. Waiting for clarity. Waiting for the right timing. Waiting to feel sure about decisions. Waiting for life to move in a certain direction.
You can’t rush those things.
Before, I thought progress always meant movement. Action. Clear steps forward.
But sometimes progress is just staying still long enough to understand what you actually want.
Waiting teaches patience in a way nothing else does.
You learn to let go of urgency. You learn to accept uncertainty. You learn that forcing things doesn’t always make them happen faster.
Now, waiting doesn’t scare me the same way.
It’s uncomfortable sometimes. But it’s familiar.
And I’ve learned that some of the biggest changes in my life didn’t happen while I was moving.
They happened while I was waiting.
