The Beauty of Waiting

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"A traveler reflects on the longest wait of their life and learns to appreciate the moment."

In response to

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Wait



As a traveler, waiting had become a routine part of my life. I waited in airport terminals, train stations, and bus stops, watching the minutes tick by on the departure boards. I waited in lines to check in, go through security, and board my transportation. But the longest wait of my life happened in the middle of nowhere.


I was backpacking through a remote part of the world, and I had planned to catch a bus to my next destination. I arrived at the bus stop early, eager to get on my way. But as the minutes turned into hours, it became clear that the bus wasn't coming. I asked the locals if they knew anything, but they only shrugged and said, "Wait."


So I waited. I waited for the sun to rise and set. I waited through rain and sunshine. I waited through hunger and thirst. I waited for days, and still, no bus arrived.

As I waited, I had time to reflect on my life as a traveler. I had always been in a hurry, eager to see as much of the world as possible. But in my rush, I had missed the beauty of waiting. I had missed the opportunity to slow down and appreciate the moment.


As I waited, I watched the world around me. I saw the sun rise and set, the stars twinkle in the night sky, and the wildlife roaming free. I talked to the locals and learned about their way of life. I even picked up a few words of their language.

Eventually, a bus did arrive, and I continued on my journey. But I was different. I had learned to appreciate the beauty of waiting, and I vowed to take my time and enjoy the journey from that moment on.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 23, 2023 at 1:39 AM

    What a lovely post and reaction to the word Wait. Thank you for taking part in our Weekly Prompts challenge ~ SueW 🙂

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    1. Pankaj Kumar (The Inkwell)March 23, 2023 at 2:24 PM

      Thank you, SueW, so much for taking the time to read my response and for your kind words. Your encouragement inspires me to continue writing and sharing my thoughts and ideas with others. I hope to continue producing content that resonates with my audience and adds value to their lives. 😊

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