Sometimes waiting seems to be the best way to view life. Sometimes people believe the best way to understand what is going on is to step to the side of reality and watch from the outside. But is this the best way? It can't be too good for a person to stand in one place and watch their life go by. It seems that a major theme of human nature is to wait for that perfect moment to come. It has been this way since the very beginning. A good example of how this affects one's life is in the poem by T.S. Elliot called "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." In this poem, he shows me how waiting around for that perfect time could be the biggest waste of time in a person's life.
             Elliot uses a lot of imagery in this poem to help push the poem along and give more clues to show how this man is, in a sense, wasting his life away. The first part of the poem that began to show me that this procrastination to move on with life occurred when the narrator said, "In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo" (Elliot 13-14). Although these lines didn't take place at the beginning of the poem, I believe that it was the first sign of him waiting for that perfect time to occur. It seems that as he waits, chances come and go, but just because they aren't perfect means, he will have to let them go bye. He also uses these lines again after the next large stanza, which is just restating that he is waiting, but that "moment" hasn't come, so he will not act.
             In the third main stanza, he begins talking about how there will be much time. He doesn't specifically say there will be time to find that perfect moment or person. Instead, he compares it to things in his life. He talks of how there will be time for the yellow smoke to pass along the streets and how there will be time for a hundred indecisions and a hundred revisions. He believes that no matter what, there will always be time to find what he is looking for. There is time for mistakes and time...