A thing at which I am terrible.
I studied it alone, it related to me and trying to have a decent relation with it.
And yet, no results so far.
I can not defeat, beat or befriend waiting and only when thinking about it I feel this twitch.
And you know what is the strangest thing?
I am writing this post with “waiting” being generated randomly by a soft, just in a time in my life when I am waiting for something.
Here is where I’d ask the non believers in fate “What about this coincidence? Top this one !”.
And while I was giggling inside I remembered I have the perfect photo for “waiting”.
It was taken in Sibiu, Romania, a few years ago, and even now when watching it I feel the same thing.
Admiration for the stillness, for the meticulosity and for the waiting capacity of this crafter.
He was not expecting for his creations to come out of his hands in no time, or for people to get crazy over his work.
His wise patience had me still, and I was in awe.
I was witnessing the thing I lack the most being mastered: patience.
Time has passed since then, and yet when I think of waiting patiently I recall him, and get extracted this photo from my memory.
He who mastered patience was not a young man, so he had time to learn patience and to have her as life partner.
I will learn it too. Eventually.
It’s a pretty long journey until then, but I’m here to learn it all, not leaving and waiting.. patiently.