If there's ever one thing that I'm waiting for right now (other than a new job), it's chance.

Just one chance.

I'm waiting till the sun sets and the days past, waiting till the cows come home.

And still waiting. Waiting.

Waiting for that one chance to manifest itself.

Seriously, there's actually no need for me to wait. But no, the perfectionist in me wants everything to be perfect. The timing, the mood, the vibes. The feeling.

Wait a minute.

What if it will never turn out right? The way I want it to.

Am I going to continue waiting? That would be completely foolish.

You can't believe just how big a dilemma I've gotten myself into.

And it's been seriously overdue.

Like how Charlie describes it when he presents Willy to his father, Wilbur Wonka, after a separation of goodness-knows-how-many-years, where both father and son eventually reunite, and the one comment to that by Charlie was, "He's overdue".

I'm overdue.

If for once, everything will just work out alright, I'll be eternally grateful.

Really.

Just one chance.