The Waiting Room
There is a strange place many of us have been living in for quite some time now.
A place you don’t enter by choice, and once inside, you realise there is no exit.
I call it the ‘waiting room’.
It is where you arrive after the awakening begins, after the illusions fall away, after you have seen too much to ever go back to who you once were. It is where you land when trust in institutions dissolves, when the narratives you grew up with collapse, when you come face to face with the uncomfortable, often unbearable reality of what sits behind power, behind systems, behind the carefully constructed version of the world we were all handed.
To get here, you had to unlearn everything. You had to shed beliefs, identities, assumptions, even parts of yourself you once cherished. You had to rebuild from the ground up, piece by piece, truth by truth, intuition by intuition. And even now, you are still in that process, still evolving, still refining, still seeing more.
But once you arrive here, something changes, because from this place, you begin to wait.
You wait for the world to catch up.
You wait for others to see what you have seen, to question what you have questioned, to feel what you have felt. You wait for the shift, for the turning point, for the moment when everything that feels so obviously broken begins to transform into what it should be.
A world aligned with something higher.
A world that reflects goodness, coherence, truth, a world that feels as though it was created by a loving God, not this fractured, conflict-ridden, divided, chaotic, often cruel reality we find ourselves navigating. And so you wait…
You wait while things seem to get worse. You wait as the noise increases, as the contradictions deepen, as the sense that something is fundamentally off becomes impossible to ignore. You wait through cycles of hope and disappointment, clarity and confusion, momentum and stagnation, excitement and disillusionment.
And slowly, you realise something else; there is no leaving this waiting room.
It doesn’t matter if you immerse yourself in everything that is happening or if you switch off completely. It doesn’t matter if you zoom out to the global stage or focus only on your immediate world, your family, your daily life.
You are still here.
Because the waiting room is not a place outside of you, it is a state you carry once you have seen. Once you understand, you cannot unknow. Once you perceive, you cannot unsee.
The only way out is not through distraction, nor denial, nor retreat. The only way out is transformation. Not yours, you are already in it. The world’s.
And so we remain here, in this strange in-between space, no longer who we were, not yet living in the world we know is possible. A world we can feel with absolute certainty, yet cannot fully touch. A world that exists just beyond reach, not imagined in fantasy, but recognised in truth.
So we sit with that knowing. We sit with that longing. We sit in the waiting room.
And perhaps the hardest part is this…
Deep down, we know we are not just waiting for the world to change, we are waiting to see if it ever will.
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