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2350. you cant control when buses arrive. you cant control when the cinema operators would stop playing advertisements and trailers and just get on with the film proper. you cant control the weather.

so you wait for buses to arrive. you wait for films to start. and you wait for the skies to stop raining so you can go out and fly some kites.

at the end of the road, you wait for the doctor's call to his/her room, an emotionless bright red led display of some digits, then you stay in a hospital because some disease has finally gotten its way with you, and henceforth begins your final hospital stay.

perhaps one day, enough patience will produce a cure. you may leave the hospital and lead your life again. but then again, at 80 years of age, what else do you have left for you?

in life, there is nothing for us to control. you think you are in control, but mostly all those little things that wont affect the ending to this story called "life" delude you; you could learn how to drive a car to avoid waiting for the bus, you could buy a dvd to avoid waiting for the films to open at the theatres, and you could stay indoors and read a book instead of wanting to fly a kite in the rain.

control? you can call it whatever you want. in the end, try controlling the final destined day of your death. you simply cant. the truth is we're all just waiting for our turns to meet our maker.

i wont doubt it.

and so, we all wait.