Patience.
- The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.
Crazy isn't it ? To plant the seed of tolerance into yourself ? To handle menaces and mischief without having to put your emotions first ? To repeat the phrase 'it's okay'. To utter with in full hesitance 'I'm used to it'.
Everyday we practice patience. At the end of every single extensive day, we put both hands up. A gesture of relinquishment. A sign that you've given up.
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Weekdays. It's a constant battle to wake up every morning. Urging yourself to go to school (for me that is). Back in the day, there wasn't anyone I did not friend. High school now is just filled with poor unfortunate souls and demons lurking practically everywhere. These demons, their duty is to bring you down. What's even more 'delightful' is that they do it to you in silence. Their claws, teeth and horns just pierce you without having to lay a finger on you. Like Lucifer, they were once angels. Friends. Nevertheless, you string along. You see their faces everyday just condemning their entire, everything. Having apparitions of wanting to just throw a yellow page phone book on their faces. Thank God for patience.
Months. It hasn't been easy parting. The demons like I mentioned, would be laughing their pointy tails off with the disaster that struck me. He had his chance but he did one mistake with a permanent consequence. He plotted and projected everything. What he didn't know was, none of that could follow in order just as he perfected it to be. To have him back or not to have him back. Miracles aren't going to occur. I was happy. I am moving on but its the craving to want him back. To converse and to relive those happy moments I'm ever so familiar with. Just like the back of my hand. The arguments and the guilty conscience is destructing my very core. Given what has happened, I don't want it back. A portion of me is just hungry for it and the other is just stuffed of it all. If he is meant to return he will be back in my life, if he's not, then I bid farewell and wish you the best of luck. For 1 year, thank God for patience.
Years. To leave and never look back. All I can do now is not just halt but distract myself so I don't think of my departure that soon. I've always ran away from my fears and my problems. No matter how hard it is to run and hide, it will always make its way and find me. I have waited since I was 7 and I shall keep waiting. I'll anticipate. I'll restart a whole new life in a totally whole new atmosphere and it's going to be worth it. Good things come to those who wait. Thank God for patience.
Patience is never simple, never easy. Practicing it is more than encouraged but worshiping it is dangerous. For those who bow below to patience, it will only allow those who you are patient with, to ascend on to your head and sit comfortably with their humongous tush. They'll lead you on. Be patient. Be patient and have limits.
-T.C.
Crazy isn't it ? To plant the seed of tolerance into yourself ? To handle menaces and mischief without having to put your emotions first ? To repeat the phrase 'it's okay'. To utter with in full hesitance 'I'm used to it'.
Everyday we practice patience. At the end of every single extensive day, we put both hands up. A gesture of relinquishment. A sign that you've given up.
* * *
Weekdays. It's a constant battle to wake up every morning. Urging yourself to go to school (for me that is). Back in the day, there wasn't anyone I did not friend. High school now is just filled with poor unfortunate souls and demons lurking practically everywhere. These demons, their duty is to bring you down. What's even more 'delightful' is that they do it to you in silence. Their claws, teeth and horns just pierce you without having to lay a finger on you. Like Lucifer, they were once angels. Friends. Nevertheless, you string along. You see their faces everyday just condemning their entire, everything. Having apparitions of wanting to just throw a yellow page phone book on their faces. Thank God for patience.
Months. It hasn't been easy parting. The demons like I mentioned, would be laughing their pointy tails off with the disaster that struck me. He had his chance but he did one mistake with a permanent consequence. He plotted and projected everything. What he didn't know was, none of that could follow in order just as he perfected it to be. To have him back or not to have him back. Miracles aren't going to occur. I was happy. I am moving on but its the craving to want him back. To converse and to relive those happy moments I'm ever so familiar with. Just like the back of my hand. The arguments and the guilty conscience is destructing my very core. Given what has happened, I don't want it back. A portion of me is just hungry for it and the other is just stuffed of it all. If he is meant to return he will be back in my life, if he's not, then I bid farewell and wish you the best of luck. For 1 year, thank God for patience.
Years. To leave and never look back. All I can do now is not just halt but distract myself so I don't think of my departure that soon. I've always ran away from my fears and my problems. No matter how hard it is to run and hide, it will always make its way and find me. I have waited since I was 7 and I shall keep waiting. I'll anticipate. I'll restart a whole new life in a totally whole new atmosphere and it's going to be worth it. Good things come to those who wait. Thank God for patience.
Patience is never simple, never easy. Practicing it is more than encouraged but worshiping it is dangerous. For those who bow below to patience, it will only allow those who you are patient with, to ascend on to your head and sit comfortably with their humongous tush. They'll lead you on. Be patient. Be patient and have limits.
-T.C.
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