Recently a friend of mine wrote a blog entitled “Patience Vs Perseverance”. In it she said she couldn’t ever remember a time in her life when she just sat and waited for something to happen. She’s always been one to “go out and make her own luck”, as the saying goes. Well, after I read that blog, I felt she was talking about me, saying words that have always been so true about myself.
Over the past six months I have undergone profound changes in this area. I have come to understand that having patience is the keenest form of perseverance. There is no greater test of perseverance than to have to stand quietly and wait until life works itself out. I sit everyday beside water as still as glass and gaze out over the horizon. If I so much as pick up a pebble and toss it into the water, disturbing the stillness, all will be for naught. It is not a question of how many solutions I can think of to do, it’s a question of how many solutions I can think of and NOT do.
Sometimes there are no words to be said, no songs to be sung, no thoughts to be thought, nor actions to be done. The only thing, in times like these, that will not disturb the stillness, but transcends the universe, is the murmur of a quiet prayer.
And so, as another day goes by, patience is perseverance in it’s severest form, and …I have written.
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