Chapter 4 Page 3

The Currents of Waiting

Waiting is like being a river that knows the ocean is near but cannot yet reach it. I feel the pull, the deep knowing that something greater is ahead, but no matter how much I push, I cannot force the timing. The dam is there, holding me back, not as a punishment, but as a lesson—one I am still learning to accept.

I am water. I am movement, persistence, and transformation. I am meant to flow, not sit still in uncertainty. And yet, life often places me in these moments of pause, these stretches of waiting where I have no choice but to surrender. I have spent so much time waiting—waiting for change, for love, for healing, for the moment where everything aligns. And now, I wait again, knowing I am just a step away from something that will shift my entire existence.

It is frustrating, this in-between space. My spirit aches for motion, for arrival, for the certainty that I am finally where I am meant to be. But perhaps the waiting is not wasted. Perhaps it is in this stillness that I am being prepared, that my energy is gathering, that unseen forces are clearing the way. Water does not resist obstacles; it learns to move with them, through them, around them. Maybe I, too, am learning this—learning that patience is not about passivity but about trust.

I trust that the ocean will meet me when the time is right. That the barriers will lift when I am ready. That my path is unfolding exactly as it should, even if I cannot yet see the full design.

So I breathe. I wait. I trust. And when the time comes, I will flow forward—not with desperation, but with the power and grace of the river that always finds its way home.

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