We wait for shows to air. We wait for work to start and end. We wait for weekends to be here and we wait for decisions to be made.
In summer we wait for autumn, and when autumn invariably moves to winter, we look forward to the spring.
Sometimes it is possible to speed things up, but mostly, the best things in life cannot be hurried, and hence we wait.
And we wait for the day when all waiting will be over.