Everyone is waiting for something.
An appraisal, a promotion, romance, marriage, children, grandchildren, good news, bad news, some news. If it doesn’t come today, it might come tomorrow, if not then next week, next month, next year.

The wait is never-ending.
Where would we be if we had absolutely nothing to wait for?
If every morning when we got up we had nothing to hope for, to wait for. If every day was sheer boredom, with no change, no excitement, no expectations, no waiting?