If You Were a Waiting Room, Who Would Sit There?
This is not a piece that offers solutions. Nor is it wise advice trying to sound perfect. It’s simply a small space a quiet corner of a tired heart that still longs to be gentle. From a heart that’s been busy being strong, but secretly just wants to be held. Sometimes, we don’t want answers. We just want to be heard. Sometimes, we don’t want to be told to rise. We just want to sit for a moment. And from that feeling, this writing was born. If you were a waiting room, who would sit there? This isn’t about who comes or goes. It’s about being a place simple, yet warm enough for someone trying to calm their restless heart. It’s not about cold chairs or white walls filled with silence. It’s not about long queues or digital voices calling out numbers. The “waiting room” in this piece is a metaphor a symbol of the self. A quiet presence that, perhaps unknowingly, becomes a place where others quietly place their exhaustion. Because in life, not everyone is looking for answers. Some just...