A walk of patience
Getting somewhere
takes time and deciding to walk there when there are other means to travel
faster or possibly safely is a test of patience, I determined to teach myself
with the hope it might be beneficial.
Then, I consider the
fact that I could be quite impatient, my capacity for endurance gets tested in
many ways for which I should muster a lot to contain reactions I would rather
not express. In the things that I have been fully persuaded of people or
things, I can find a lot more to give whilst expecting little or nothing in
return. My heart is in it.
Doing what I won’t
Yet, there are things
that I would rather not do, things that have brought remonstration and reticence
usually well-expressed but poorly received. My interest is forced, my engagement
is coerced, and my patience is too easily exhausted. I rarely wait around to
exercised, for my sanity, those chapters find closure long before they are
fully written for others, but beyond completed for me.
With one who shares filial
piety, that has been my regret. For to be who they could be seems to elude
their availability. Too many have called me into situations I would rather not find
involvement and when I did, I was quite disappointed. My anger I have
contained, the harshest words have been in the phraseology of business-like
formality, no excoriation or condemnation, just displeasure with a withdrawal
somewhat recondite.
No seconds on minutes
Time is another
factor for which my patience is quickly worn, whilst I do not watch my watch
with addictive distraction, the use of time and the purposeful adherence to it
being kept or where it might slip, communication exists, cannot be overstated.
I then must understand that many are not conditioned to timeliness to the extent
that one is punctilious.
When I think about
it, I might have to admit that I am an in-patient taking treatment in a patient
ward. The cure for elements of chronic impatience is being administered in ways
no one is sure will produce the expected result. It is in progress, a work of
hope and yearning.
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