Patience

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I've always been told I have more patience than others. I never really understood why. Wouldn't everyone want to spend time on things so they're just right, wouldn't everyone want to get all the information they need to succeed, wouldn't everyone want to listen to others so they feel heard? I know how badly it feels to be unheard and not understood. It sucks. I've been ignored and mistreated my whole life. I would never want to treat anyone the way I was treated.

That's why I always feel guilty for doing things. I'll start to look at my actions through other people's eyes with judgment. Knowing full well, I would never think those things of others, so why would I assume others do. I keep telling myself that if someone has a problem, they will come to me with their words and tell me. So if someone hasn't said anything, then I should assume there isn't a problem. Which is comforting. But I still slip every once in a while. And that's okay. Is it fun? Do I want to slip up? No. But it happens. I'm only human. I'm not perfect. No creature is.

In saying all this, all I can say is that having patience with myself is the most important part of life. But just like how if you're standing in a forest, you can't see the curve of the planet, I can't see my achievements. But that doesn't mean they aren't there. I can't see where I'm going or where life is taking me, but everything always finds a way to work out.

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