Patience is a virtue that I’m not fond of, though I try my best, with all my will-power to set the best examples for myself. That nagging feeling of wanting to take charge, or to wrestle the dilemma of change comes about when the attempt is made. After all, I am a man who lives by doses of adrenaline and anxiety on a daily basis.
People who I don’t know often command me to be patient, it is a flawed concept which I would resist, rebel naturally. It is easier said than done, to be patient; what do strangers or weak-will acquaintances know of my desire, my flaws and my ability (or disability) of patience. Most times, people who are unaware of the limitation and concerns of others would inflict more harm by trying to subdue people into the submission of patience.