Something to think about

This is a little story I wrote to keep my mind sharp and my wits keen.

The Waiting

Aaron stared at the clock; the seconds dragged on. Each second feels like an eternity, he thought, then realized how cliché that sounded. Thank God I didn’t say that out loud. Not that there’s anyone to hear me anyway. Just me, and The Waiting.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Each tick a shotgun blast, each tock a rock through a pane of glass. It would have hurt his ears, had it not all been in his mind. But when you’re alone and there’s nobody else to make noise, even the slightest sound can be the loudest thing in the world.

Of course Aaron would never have noticed the sound of the clock or even be thinking like this if it were not for The Waiting. If not for The Waiting, then he could be off doing something else, anything else but this cursed Waiting.

But Aaron stayed, not feeling very patient, but still Waiting. For he knew that

soon would be The Arrival.

For you see, it is The Arrival that makes The Waiting worthwhile. No matter how tired one gets of waiting for something, if it is something good, something pure, something lovely that you are waiting for, then however long you wait and whatever you endure while you were waiting for that something to arrive is totally worth it.

This is what Aaron reminded himself of, what he was clinging to in order to conquer The Waiting. For whatever sheer misery was found in The Waiting, it would be nothing compared to the pure glorious joy found in The Arrival, and he would know that it had been worth it.

The microwave dinged; the Hot Pocket was done. The Waiting had ended, The Arrival had come.