Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
A year ago last summer, I promised my niece and nephew I'd take them to the cool park. Oddly enough, I'd found out about the park the previous summer. Even writing this, time is sort of funny to me. Two years ago: I found the very cool park and wanted to take them there. Then last year, I wanted to take them but the entire park was flooded. But then yesterday--finally--two years and then some, I finally took them to park. In spite of all the circumstances that previously hindered out journey to that park, the time we spent there yesterday was worth every single missed second.
Time is a circle, or so some physicists and poets believe. I like to think of time this way--not merely because it's somewhat comforting, but also because I have felt the curve of it myself.
Have you ever had it happen where you'll think of something and immediately see it all around you? Maybe as humans our minds are meant to work like that--to see the patterns in things--but I also believe there's something beyond that.
Recently, I've heard so much about delayed gratification. It's everywhere I look. The beauty of patience, of waiting. It's not to say that practicing patience isn't that of a lifelong journey, it certainly is. Patience by default is bittersweet: the bitterness of not having what you desire right away, the sweetness when you finally do get it.
As hard as I can be regarding my own practice of patience, I do know that there are things and people to wait for. The relationships and people in my life I am patient for are worth it. What is that old quote? "The only reason for time is so that things don't happen all at once"?
This year taught me a great deal about patience and delayed gratification. This summer is forcing me to reacquaint myself with the lesson.
I'd be lying if I said I don't have certain expectations, that while writing this my mind isn't preoccupied with certain fears and anxieties. It does. The mind seems to subsist off a diet of worry and impatience. But then every so often, I'm reminded of why patience is so essential--like yesterday when I took my niece and nephew to their favorite bakery, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I thought of how I came across that bakery the first time, how I found it without even looking for it--without seeking it out. I think back to the beginning of summer as well. Life is unexpected. That's the whole beauty of it.
Often times, delayed gratification is even better than having something you want right away, isn't it?