Twice. Today. I was given unsolicited comments about how patient I am, about how good I am in the art of waiting. So in honor of that…this.
No matter what vantage point I take to look at it, I cannot tag it as a compliment.
There have been a lot of crap that’s been said about patience. Good things will come to those who wait. Patience is a virtue. Blah blah blah. Has anyone really seen that patience can also be a formula for misery? “can”
Sometimes, for something to get done, we need to act. Not wait.
Sometimes, even though we decided to act, our efforts will go down in vain. There are things beyond our control.
Sometimes, action is not even necessary. When you don’t see any point why you should act, you just end up, well, not doing anything.
Sometimes, things unfold in front of you and there’s nothing left to do but stare. Well, you could also drown in self-pity but that’s optional – and apparently unproductive.
Sometimes if you focus too much on waiting, you’ll end up raising the white flag earlier than you expected. (Expected?)
Sometimes, we validate our own efforts in waiting, just to convince ourselves that our energy and hopefulness were not wasted.
Sometimes, you just give up and that’s it.
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