What Next?
What Next? What next? A question we often ask after every step taken, after we're done with a stage/phase of things, or after an event we spent time planning for, comes to an end. More often it's a burden in our hearts, our mouths are too heavy to express; an emptiness and void in our soul we often feel, and seek to fill up with something. It comes in endless cycles and timeless seasons. We ask what next? And not long after what next has come, we still find ourselves asking what next? So often we ask what next, and even after we are told what next, we still find ourselves asking what next? We're like weary fishers by a sea shore in a dark night, waiting for the waves to bring choice fishes on our shores. In frayed nerves as frail mortals, all we can utter is what next? Our expectation grows wave after wave, and the inquiry in our hearts to see our dreams fulfilled, never ends. With each phase of accomplishment and fulfilment, comes the burdensome "what next...