Patience is a virtue.
Or so they say. But really, what is so virtuous about waiting? Is it because by not waiting, I would miss out on the small things? Do the small things really matter if they're so minuscule in the first place?
With philosophy aside, bottom line is that I don't like waiting. That doesn't mean I'm not good at it. I probably rank prime candidate as best patience portrayer.
Whenever I have to wait, I fill that void to get my mind off of the very thing I'm waiting for. It's supposed to be temporary. I repeat: "supposed to be". But sometimes, those very meaningless things take up so much space, time, and energy, that the end goal I was waiting for in the first place, disappears.
Does that mean the very goal set up originally wasn't worth waiting for, but something needed to be forgotten? Or has my tangent consumed me to forget the very path I'm supposed to be on and I'm in need of a working GPS to get me back on track?
While waiting, I become more indecisive, and I really don't know.
Without answers, I'm only left with the resounding echos of a clock ticking, reminding me of each second just passing. Only passing.
Or so they say. But really, what is so virtuous about waiting? Is it because by not waiting, I would miss out on the small things? Do the small things really matter if they're so minuscule in the first place?
With philosophy aside, bottom line is that I don't like waiting. That doesn't mean I'm not good at it. I probably rank prime candidate as best patience portrayer.
Whenever I have to wait, I fill that void to get my mind off of the very thing I'm waiting for. It's supposed to be temporary. I repeat: "supposed to be". But sometimes, those very meaningless things take up so much space, time, and energy, that the end goal I was waiting for in the first place, disappears.
Does that mean the very goal set up originally wasn't worth waiting for, but something needed to be forgotten? Or has my tangent consumed me to forget the very path I'm supposed to be on and I'm in need of a working GPS to get me back on track?
While waiting, I become more indecisive, and I really don't know.
Without answers, I'm only left with the resounding echos of a clock ticking, reminding me of each second just passing. Only passing.
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