Waiting for It

I overheard a gentle comment
while I waited for the next part
of my life to begin:

"Sometimes it is in the waiting."

My expectation increased as I hoped
for an explanation of "it." There was none.

What is "it?"
I could only guess.
A better life?
Romance?
A purer delight?

Then my fear took over.
What if I waited for "it" wrong?