We make life an excruciating period of time.

We choose to spend its unfathomably long hours watching and waiting with more anticipation to open our heart to failure than hold tightly to our faith.

Watching and waiting, we let underserved opportunity escape our grasp, and divine experience fall through our fingers.

Watching and waiting we permit ourselves to waste away into the broken, faded, forgotten people that have obliterated any existing chance to overcome pain with purpose.

Wasting the span of our life, from its endless hours to its very last meaningless minute.

Actively developing into empty, soulless creatures that roam the earth in search.

Wandering among one another as hollow beings, frail and fragile.

Watching, waiting, and failing to recognize the beauty of being broken.

The broken heart that longed for her love to remain, the broken soul crushed by the polluted pathways of their own mind, the broken body that is weighed down by the burden of its illness.

Watching and waiting, we allow the breaking of our hearts to become an excuse to back down rather than an opportunity to be built up.

All because we worry of belonging rather than just being. We desperately continue to seek love and fail to offer it. We look around dissatisfied with our circumstance, with our world, and our people, but do nothing about it.

No, instead we’d rather sit down, kick our feet back and stand in agreeance with all of the world. In all of its hate, division, selfishness, and complete and utter purposelessness.

All because we would rather watch and wait for the world to crumble at our feet than watch, wait, and rest in the hope that we can become the beauty within it.