This is a letter about patience
Strange to think that I actually stared my computer for a few hours – between work, lack of electricity and an attempt to eat something – I couldn’t find what to write, and it was so clearly in front of me.
I never really saw myself as a patient person. Then again, I guess I never had it with myself. But as the months went by and as life was happening and so many feelings started to emerge, it became quite obvious. I may still not have it for myself, but life showed me I have plenty to give.
We think being patient is to not snap when something happens, to not hunk when traffic gets mad, to not punch someone in the face when they surely deserve it (even if it is only in your head). We believe being patient is not to hang up the phone to a rude person, breaking something when we are so angry it actually hurts or cry to the point of passing out, feeling everything so deeply you lose ground.
No. This is politeness. This is having an education. Which is great, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, education and politeness and respect are a must have in this crazy fucked up world. But being patient is something else entirely. Is knowing that the minute you let go, the milk will boil – on its own terms, not faster nor slowly than you want it to. And this applies to everything in life.
Being patient is giving someone the time and the tools they need so they can get to the spot you already are. Is about not rushing anything, because anything done in a rush ends up ruined. Is learning that nothing is too early or too late. And that you have a choice: you can either stay and wait and see the result or you can walk away. There is no contract saying you must be patient – you can simply choose not to, who the hell cares? You just need to be and do you. The perks of being patient is that you know the milk will boil. It always does.