“How much of human life is lost in waiting.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

It was an October morning when I woke up and wondered how I want to spend my life. Maybe it was the gloominess of that particular morning that pushed me to such thoughts. Maybe it was simply the time to think them.

My mind seemed split in what I was before that morning and what I will be after it. I could almost see the two twins of myself facing each other in waiting. The future me, Ave, felt the imposed pressure of impending decision while the old me, Paso, was waiting patiently, powerless because all that it was holding had already happened.

Ave grabbed Paso's hand: "Don't worry, she said, I will be there with you when you do not recognize what is happening since it had not happened to you before. It simply does not matter if you recognize things or not. It is just a different path to learn anew."

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