
You wait, like that, for “something”, for years, and when it comes, it doesn’t matter to you anymore. You over-waited. Everything in due time.
My older sister, who left the house when she was 17 since we were poor, is also one of the great philosophers of our time. Every time I call her, I hear the following sentence, as an answer to the simple question: “How are you?”. The answer always is, invariably: “(We are) working, sleeping, and waiting for time to pass by”.