In Waiting...

The soil where all the trees and plants bore fruits and leaves had been drying up because of the scarcity of rain. It had been a year of dry wells and parched land.

The tree that bore round and juicy fruit succumbed to the dryness of the stem that held them high up in the tree. Its branches were nimble but now drained of any moisture. They also fell with just one whipped of the wind.


As the fruit lay bear on the ground for us to enjoy, the sourness gave hesitation to those who saw them. Picking them up would be useless as the fruit themselves were not edible, as in unripe to the core.

So now the fruit became wasted and what of its glory to give to the grower became futile for its inability to grow in maturity. Maybe some bugs will crawl and eat them or the worms will feasts on them after some time. For now, the value of the fruit was its vivid colour when I took the photo of them on the ground.

Love is like this. When we force ourselves to love someone for the sake of having one beside us, we become susceptible to regret. When we try so hard to get the attention of someone we like or love, we expose ourselves to rejection. When we wait as though something will happen, the infamous line of "It will come, it will come.", has an indefinite period of time. 

We could pick the right moment to love but we could not make it work alone. It is senseless to show one's affection when it is not returned. Your time to be in love will come in the most unexpected way. The fruit fell because it wasn't the right condition.  Be the tree and not the fruit, for in waiting there is something good that will happen.