Wait for it

Once you become used to instant gratification, the word ‘patience’ can strike gloom in your heart fairly quickly. Specially when used as nonchalantly as it is today. The fact that people don’t understand the essence of the word is more peeving than actually having to practice it.

The worst thing about being patient is having to accept things for what they are. When you’re asked to be patient, it’s as though you are being told that the status quo is not, by any means, under your control. That you must practice faith, probably the second worst thing after patience. Having to believe that yes, by being accommodating to someone else’s needs, you are guaranteed the result you desire instantly but at a later point in time. And having to believe that for no good reason and without any evidence, too!

Then you are expected to bear the load of being calm & composed. A task particularly difficult for someone like myself, who throws a temper tantrum like he is seven years old when things don’t go his way. Well, it’s either that or the equally unhealthy bottling up of sentiments. The latter precedes the former in most cases. 

Anyhow, the winner always goes home feeling like this uncomplaining (or as they like to call it, “understanding”), submissive little fool. Unless he already is a fool! Then he goes home feeling like an easy going, persevering hero who shall endure all tests of time and come out victorious. 

“Patience is bitter” says Aristotle “but it’s fruit is sweet”. Well, I wonder if two years is enough time for the sweet fruit to get over ripened and fall off the tree, eventually to be squished into a tiny puddle of soft scrumptiousness under the gigantic boots of reality. No one eats over ripened fruit that was trampled upon. Except for a few wild animals maybe. Rodents. Ants, also. Not humans! That is the point. 

Some fruit for thought. 

Ha.

“Fuck your principles” I says to Fulton J. Sheen. “And fuck your power!” I add.

It’s hard to wait and hope once you’ve already been waiting and hoping for as long as you can bear it. On the other hand, restlessness and impatience never changed anything either. 

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4 thoughts on “Wait for it

  1. ‘Well, I wonder if two years is enough time for the sweet fruit to get over ripened and fall off the tree, eventually to be squished into a tiny puddle of soft scrumptiousness under the gigantic boots of reality. No one eats over ripened fruit that was trampled upon. Except for a few wild animals maybe. Rodents. Ants, also. Not humans! That is the point. ‘
    ^ Love this paragraph! So well written!

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