My answer to that is no! And actually, I think it's one of those nonsense things grown-ups say and we just adopt. How can anyone wait patiently? if you're waiting for something exciting you're not patient, you're excited...if you're waiting for something unpleasant to transpire you're hardly being patient, surely you have no choice and are probably feeling a great many things besides patience!
How does one 'feel' patient in order that one may wait patiently? Or is it a stance one adopts, like standing with our legs apart hands on hips, braced and ready for a long wait in the winds of life. Or is patient supposed to be small, still and quiet? I should imagine that's what adults intend when they instruct children to wait patiently. Do they really mean acceptingly?
Accepting that the event is taking a longer time to occur than desired, or in the event of a looming tragedy one can hardly be expected to be accepting. Indeed, it would be a bizarre thing to suggest to anyone I know. Accept that you have no control and just surrender to the winds of fate? I don't think so! There would be a party to plan, or a rebellion to hatch. Something must be DONE!
Anyway, I am always battling with this issue. I cannot for the life of me be patient! Patient is a non word. It's a flat, lie down like an old dog in a basket sort of word and I'm not that shape.
Being forced to wait is anything but a patient, accepting, quiet process for me!
I hate waiting!!! I feel nothing can thrive in the vacuum that exists around me whilst I must wait. Everything stands still with me...we all wait....it's a completely wasteful use of life but I can't seem to change it?! If you have any suggestions I would be happy to know how you manage it and maybe I'll give it a try.
The best I can do with myself is to dream and plan out my future dream house-plan, room by room in great detail. Or make extensive lists of seeds I'll purchase and plant in my veggie garden. This is a very new addition to my musing hours, since yesterday in fact, when I discovered I can have seeds sent to Cyprus! Now there is no limit to the garden I can plan. Shame I must wait!
I'm showering or in that lucid dreamy state between waking at 4.30 am and falling asleep again at 5.30 am as is my current habit, I open my sub conscious to receive another page of the book that's in my head; pictures and philosophy, my opus, which is ironically waiting patiently to be born while I struggle with everything else it would seem.
How does one 'feel' patient in order that one may wait patiently? Or is it a stance one adopts, like standing with our legs apart hands on hips, braced and ready for a long wait in the winds of life. Or is patient supposed to be small, still and quiet? I should imagine that's what adults intend when they instruct children to wait patiently. Do they really mean acceptingly?
Accepting that the event is taking a longer time to occur than desired, or in the event of a looming tragedy one can hardly be expected to be accepting. Indeed, it would be a bizarre thing to suggest to anyone I know. Accept that you have no control and just surrender to the winds of fate? I don't think so! There would be a party to plan, or a rebellion to hatch. Something must be DONE!
Anyway, I am always battling with this issue. I cannot for the life of me be patient! Patient is a non word. It's a flat, lie down like an old dog in a basket sort of word and I'm not that shape.
Being forced to wait is anything but a patient, accepting, quiet process for me!
I hate waiting!!! I feel nothing can thrive in the vacuum that exists around me whilst I must wait. Everything stands still with me...we all wait....it's a completely wasteful use of life but I can't seem to change it?! If you have any suggestions I would be happy to know how you manage it and maybe I'll give it a try.
The best I can do with myself is to dream and plan out my future dream house-plan, room by room in great detail. Or make extensive lists of seeds I'll purchase and plant in my veggie garden. This is a very new addition to my musing hours, since yesterday in fact, when I discovered I can have seeds sent to Cyprus! Now there is no limit to the garden I can plan. Shame I must wait!
I'm showering or in that lucid dreamy state between waking at 4.30 am and falling asleep again at 5.30 am as is my current habit, I open my sub conscious to receive another page of the book that's in my head; pictures and philosophy, my opus, which is ironically waiting patiently to be born while I struggle with everything else it would seem.
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