Wednesday, 17 June 2015


They say patience is a virtue. I have a little patience. Not an abundance. But a little.

Waiting makes me fidget and itch. Wait, wait wait - keep waiting. 
It's like being ill and waiting to feel okay again. It's like letting the waves calm before you swim.

It makes my skin crawl.
Wait. Wait. Wait.

It's a slap in the face to change. It's a "No, I need it now. I have to do it now. Let's go."
Keep waiting.

And yet, there are big waves and calmer shores. There and ill days, and I must ride them out.

I must wait.

Wait isn’t really "No". It’s "Not yet."

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