Picture this: you walk into a hospital waiting room. The first thing you see is a big sign emblazoned with the word 'Hope'.
You glance around. It's completely empty. You start questioning everything.
Awkward confusion reigns supreme as you wonder if you somehow missed the 'waiting' part.
Maybe 'Hope' is a magic word that only comes to life when others are present, but for now, it just feels like a cruel joke. Are you even on the right planet?
As you sit, you try to convince yourself that waiting for nothing can be a new form of self-care. Or is it just breakfast for existential dread?
