Patience

Much of life comes too late for me. When it does finally come it doesn’t always feel that way, but on the front-end there isn’t much patience. It’s hard to say that. I feel like I’ve done a lot of waiting so that should equal patience, but patience and waiting are probably two different things. Several aspects of my life have involved much waiting, but admittedly, little of it has been patient. I’m not sure whether waiting is a virtue or not; it would seem unfair to only be credited for the times when I really had peace about the waiting.