The Admiration of Frustration

And there you are, sitting between the reality of calamity and the virtualization of hope and what you see beyond the frame of present time is not really that convincing. Not convincing in terms of uncertainty and the haziness of possibilities.
There are two types of situations, number one where you know the result is negative for certain, or the odds for good hope are few, the other is where the hope of a positive outcome are in abundance but there are times where the possibilities of either a positive or negative outcome are absolutely unknown and then at times as those the brain is drenched in frustration. The outcome might not be of as high importance, it might be something that you can deal with easily even if it turns out for the worse but still the same frustration will grip you, no less in magnitude, maybe easier to sustain in cases of minor uncertainties but when you come to think of it, it will be as much irritating and shall cause equal mental undulation in all cases. And I do face a situation of that sort, the situation here or the predictive measures here; do not match with the estimations and situational analysis done earlier and so, the calamity that is to come becomes all the more intense and somehow typing seems to be the only way to pour it out. I know the outcome has to be favorable, but then the delay in the result is something that psychologically magnifies possibilities of the worse.
All that I can do is wait. Wait for what has already been decided and outcome shall come soon. Soon enough, and well, as the past has proved, I move out with a bottle of felix felices every morning, so I am somehow counting on my luck and the logical approach to the problem and I suppose it will be fine, it will be okay and nothing is going to be against me at the end of the day. Its only a matter of waiting for a few days and it will all be as clear as the Kohinoor.