Outside my window is a parking lot. Home to various models, makes, and wheels. Each set of wheels marking somewhere they've been, somewhere they've taken a rest, somewhere.
With the turn of the key a car starts the growl that starts it all. Normally, engine revving, a car transports the fragile cargo of a human life to that somewhere. But what happens when the car doesn't start?
Outside my window was a car trying its hardest to rev up and take off. With each growl there was a sigh of exhaustion.
First try. Nothing.
Here's my question is it worth the wait? Is it worth the effort of cranking that key and pumping the gas? All to get somewhere, to be somebody.
Second try. Nothing.
Still worth it? What about when you put it all out there and remain, without a step forward, stagnant. Knowing what the growl could lead to, the uproar. The love of something on the way to somewhere.
Third try. The uproar.
What if that driver had given up? It could possibly be a reflection of the importance of that somewhere. Or perhaps a reflection of the belief in luck until it runs dry.
Here's my question.
When does disappointment out weigh the hope?
When is it not worth the wait?
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