As far as I could see, my life is a waiting game, the wheels of anxiety focus all my attention on the past.

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As far as I could see, my life is a waiting game, the wheels of anxiety focus all my attention on the past.
You can't live your life waiting.
His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.