Patience.

The sounds of the birds chirping as the sun shone through the window. There were no spot in the small room untouched by this bright sunshine. It was nearing the end of the month; upon us was summer, where the hot months are often spent indoor due to the humidity and blasting sun. All my favorite things surrounded me: my drawing pencils, paper, a book, my cat, Penny Lane. Could I have asked for anything better? I doubted it as I was starting to embrace the tender moments of the peaceful tranquility of my solitude. No longer was afraid of those moments alone, but instead cherished them as if they were my last. I have come a long way since the days of feeling torture or being punished by having these moments. The quietness of the room instills me a sense of relaxation and being at peace. There were no worries or doubts in this room, they were all hanging outside of the door, in hopes that they could attack me once I open the door, but no longer will I be threaten by my alone time. Why should I? People wish for those moments to have a little time for themselves. I, for one would not trade that time for anything. Before I practically was giving it away, but now, it has all changed. I feel more inspired and motivated. I want to do it all, if possible. A whole day of opportunity excites me, the ability to do something creative without worrying of getting disappointed in the end. It is not possible in my eyes. Everything that I do has purpose, has a meaning. I may not have the definite meaning at that time, but it will come, as most good things come to those who wait.

My patience has grown tremulously and has even astonished myself in the process. For as long as I can remember, I was a very impatient person, through and through. I fully never enjoyed the journey but wanted to reach the destination and onto the next one and the next.  I never embraced the experiences that were right in front of me, and now I look back and ponder the wonderings of what really happened, as I was too far gone in the future to understand the present. I just needed to, essentially, slow down. It was that simple, but because I always been difficult, it took me a long long time to get to that point in which I could fully understand the purpose of slowing down. I could fully see things for what they were instead of trying to comprehend after the fact. There was a lot of good benefits in slowing down and I’m sure why I favored the living life too fast aspect of my life so greatly. All it takes is a little patience.