Patience: Noun [U]
1) the ability to wait, or to continue doing something despite difficulties,
or to suffer without complaining or becoming annoyed:
2) Good-natured tolerance of delay or incompetence

I have lived by the principle of patience as cultivated by my loving parents. It was the composure and wisdom that I was promised which would make me a decent person, the least. It was meant to mould me into a person that weigh matters as rational and as just that would eventually bear me wisdom. In religion and philosophy, it was a belief I sworn upon heavily. It was an upbringing my parents put me to practice. In instances, I was naturally a stubborn and temperamental person and have blown my share of impulsions. Going through a journey of emotions during my adolescence has taught me the repercussions of succumbing to temper. Patience, I realized is a sibling to time.

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead.
~Mac McCleary

Reality and strings of reoccurrences, mainly the tedious ones may have shaved my flesh of that virtue I practiced so dearly. It has as though shed me of the blissful things in life like the meaningful speck of gleaming light that a morning sun would do to engage you with a sense of blessing. It was something I fear would slip from my grasp. Although I still believe and vouch for it greatly, I still can't deny that it has taken a toll on me. The nurturing element has no doubt made my personality as it is. I am grateful that I was raised in compassion with such noble and loving qualities. And with that, I love my parents so dearly. It is but the sociology effects that had me question of the purpose it has served me.


Patience: A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.
~Ambrose Bierce

The harsh reality of few devious entities has transformed this virtue into a great weakness. It has exploited agendas and opportunities for its value for tolerance and perseverance. The practice for patience is taken for granted and has become an undesirable character and non-tactical for our survival. With that we are trampled over and left being consumed by vultures that prey on it. After taking a test of time, it became quite a feat eventually. The goodness of it has been tarnished and its purpose, obsolete. It will probably take substantial strength of discipline to withstand the punches and a greater sense of persistence to see its fruits prevail.


One moment of patience may ward off great disaster.
One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life. ~Chinese Proverb

The trophy for perseverance perhaps is the self-conscious pride of being true to oneself. Just like the perception of wealth varies to some, patience or 'being patient' as a matter of a virtue, depicts a sense of ownership to an individual. Having that foundation and believing in it, we probably live life guilt-free knowing its evergreen intent that segregates us to a higher breed of intellectuality. At least we know if we chose its alternate stature, we are sure that whatever the outcome is, it is not a righteous stigma we would gladly denote in our life history. After all, patience is the companion of wisdom.

Imagine yourself donning your most distinguished get up. Rented, perhaps. Never a norm you'd get to dress that well; fine and charismatic. Making your way to a reception; though many means of reaching there, you chose to walk. Having it your way is your style, after all. Swift as a lightning, a colossal heap of paint collides onto you. A moment you set to indulge short-lived and the destination and agenda never meant to see its bearings. Disappointing; without a doubt. Unpredictable; definitely. Fairness; never even close to grace it. The mechanics of chances and perchance.

I had the opportunity of such encounter, too much...too often though. Not particularly in such situation, just it's concept. It just set me thinking about the string of occurrences that sums up the episode that it unravels. The construction of story that falls short to my disadvantage. The unnoticed cast of people who will jeopardize my agenda, but not to say it is theirs though. What are the odds of its preceding? Why do things happen the way it does? Why does it happen opposing to what we desire? Yes, it defines fate if we choose to believe it, doesn't it?



If life is a sea and if we are captains sailing our maiden voyages, with a great vessel and a good sense of navigation, naturally we take pride in achieving our destination. Although the destination I chose to conquer is adequately occupied, the vagueness of its standing persevere me to explore. A great storm greets me, slapping violently with its might. Ironically, these are the waves I hope will hoist me valiantly towards my goal. What if the map you trust dearly derailed you and the vessel you rely heavily fails you? What are the chances? As hard as it is to digest, we'd probably have to swim for our survival. The saddest part is that you'll never find out the possibilities of the destination that claimed you. It was never meant to. Was it the way I swerve the waves and dodge the icebergs? Was it the captain or was it the 'sea'?

As a case referring to matters of the heart, it is prickly and pinching to absorb reality, readily. Being a person of beliefs, acceptance is a good console. As I constantly remind myself still, 'Patience is a virtue'. A great one perhaps.