Why do we wait for the empty promises, the moments that are so far and few in between yet make us feel like the end all be all. Why do we wait? Why not act on our worth in our all knowing consciousness. Does the pain of suffering make for the crescendo, in the ticking toc of moments we see only the peak and hope for the top of a mountain. Then find the height lonely and barren, hollow in only echos of nothingness. So why do we wait on empty promises? Maybe it’s because in those eye catching sparkles of light we feel worth what we already know we are. No doubt no grief only tranquility that everything will be ok.