Waiting

It seems like all I ever do is wait.

For a better job, better friends. . . a better life. I’m waiting for life to catch up with me, when in reality I’m the one who needs to catch up with life. I don’t want to watch the days pass me by anymore. I crave productivity, and I ache for change. What makes change happen? What happens when things are beyond your control and all you can do is wait? I mean, everything happens for a reason right? I’m not sure if I believe that anymore. Lately, it feels like the stars are falling wherever they damn well please.