Nothing much happens anymore. Everything is dull and cold. I've always wanted something worthwhile to happen to me. So I sigh, waiting.

Years pass. I'm out of college and have a boring paycheck-to-paycheck job.

I knew I had my chance. A chance to finally do something, to become more than anyone bargained for.

But I didn't take it. So I sigh,

waiting.

I stand before my parent's grave, now 40 years of age. I sigh, waiting.

(Stop waiting,) a voice echoes in my head. (Start doing.)

I ignored it.

I lay on my deathbed, my children sobbing around me.

I take

my last breath,

waiting.