Patience

There was a time when Patience ceased to be a virtue. It was long ago - Charlotte Perkins Gilman

What is patience to you? Within a moment of thought, in silent pondering, what, to you, is patience? Take your eyes off the screen for five minutes, and think about it before you continue.



Is it good? Take sometime to ponder before you read on. Think on it before you go on with this long little entry. Give yourself five minutes; preferably more.



Is it within you? Do you live a patient life? Or is impatience the virtue in your life? Seek within yourself. Do you have what you would call patience? Once again, meditate on this. Find out for yourself, do you have patience in you? Another five minutes of thought here would do very well. More might help too.



Every moment in your life, every action you take, is a testament. Proof of patience. What do your past choices and actions say about you? Is patience abound, or absolutely lacking? Once again, I ask for another five minutes of your time for reflection.



You may have realised by now, how much of a role this silent virtue may have played in your life by now. The question is, was it even essential? Did it play a vital role? Could it have made everything better? Or did this "patience" just made things worse? Yes. You guessed it. Another five minutes of thought.



I know. All this thinking, is probably a total waste of time. We all have better things to do, don't we? Perhaps. What do you think? I'll give another minutes to decide. If you've lost your patience in this meaningless read, then by all means, spend your time on other things. Who am I to force you to do otherwise?



If you're reading this, I assume that you still have a thread of patience in you to continue on. I suppose by now you've concluded upon what patience is, whether or not it is within you, and how it has affected your life so. Would I be correct to say such?

Perhaps. But I ask of you this, look at another person, and judge him/her. Is that person there, a patient man/woman? Have you come to a conclusion? Now, how long did it take for you to come to an answer? Five minutes? Take some time to ponder on that.



Hmmmm. If you had read and spent the minimal five minutes I had asked of you for every single query, I'd assume you'd spent at least 30 minutes of your life thinking. Was that a lot to ask of a person? 30 minutes of thought, before you came to a conclusion (or perhaps none at all) upon whether or not, that person you had chosen to judge upon, was a patient man/woman.

If we all had that patience to endure this tedious process of judgement, the world would be a better place, wouldn't it? But then again, five minutes of thought is too much to ask of a person. That time would be better spent elsewhere. Wouldn't you agree? You have five minutes to think on it.

As for those of you who skipped all that thinking and just leapt on to the next read, I'll only ask you for five minutes now to think about this. Were you being patient when you skipped all that thinking and just idly leapt down the next paragraph?

There was a time when Patience ceased to be a virtue. It was long ago - Charlotte Perkins Gilman

A dark brooding day upon a winter's night

In life, in death. Much is lost. All we see, all we believe. Everything can be broken. The heart is fragile, the mind is weak. In darkness or daylight, in moonlight or sun. A broken heart is broken, a shattered mind unspoken.

Reality takes its toll. The frailty of joy grows with every time it unfolds. A step at a time. An inch by every inch. Ever closer we crawl, ever nearer it comes. The edge. The ending of time and space. The finality that marks this world as what it is. A swirling mass of ever undulating fate. Rising with the tides, and disappearing in the sands of days.

Cringing at it. Tearing. Crying for nothing. Eternity is nothing. Nonexistence. That, is everything. Questions is all we have. Every answer is but a bridge to more. Never will we untie the complications that is our prison. Forever trapped. Forever forbidden. Forever pinned under the weight of our years. All is lost. All is dark. Harken the day you die.

Seething in the flames of time. Searching for the source. Looking for that burning bush that is where we belong. Finding solace in the flames. Finding joy while drowning in pain. So tiring. So tiring. So tiring. The mind breaks. The heart burns. But feelings, are but a shell when your soul is but an empty well.

Brood on. Eternal damnation upon this land you'll see till the day when all is lost and from eternity you will break free. Till the day you die.

Open the heart and tne mind will understand

If you saw me for who I am, then you know nothing of me. If you hear me and understand what I mean, then you've gotten nothing from me. If you've caught the gist of my thoughts and feelings, then you've probably caught none, but yourself.

We all seek for someone who understands us. Who sees us for who we are. Who can pick out our likes and dislikes. Someone just like us.

Do such people exist?

The depth of the human soul is immeasurable. Never could you understand your heart no matter how deep you dive into it. So what makes you think that another could understand you better? What would it take for another to comprehend the deep unknown that is your psyche?

To understand the heart of another, takes courage. To comprehend another's behaviour, is to comprehend your heart. But the brain was not made to contain the complexities of the heart. If it was then you'd have no need for a heart, would you? Then again, who's to say that the heart is truly there, right? It might be just another translucent figment of the mind.

Emotions. They confuse and confound us. Our fears, our pride and joy.

Call upon the mind to understand the heart, and all you will do is confuse it. The palace of the heart, is where the mind is the weakest. Follow your thoughts, but when your path is in shadow and your mind is a jumble, listen to the silence in your heart.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of. - Charles H. Perkhurst

We all face doubts in time. And we rely on others to drag us out of the dark. We look to people with similar beliefs. Constantly searching for someone who like us, feels the same way, or knows what we are feeling. Someone, who could shed light upon the dark path.

Look with you heart, not with your eyes. Only then can you see what's in your soul. Only then too, will you see what's in their soul.