That was too easy.
Today, I’m going to make this one short. I proved my “week theory” today, in that my Tuesday has shaped itself to be far more productive than my Monday, so I am trying to capitalize on that.
I ran this morning, and that always seems to set me up for success.
I’m not patient. I don’t know if there are many patient 23 year olds out there, but I am certainly not one of them (my wife, who I must stipulate is 24, is quite a bit more patient than I am, and I am convinced she is one of the few truly patient young people).
Even when talking about patience, I don’t want to wait to learn it; I just want to wake up one day, more patient, like it’s a muscle I can juice with some steroid, or get surgical grafts of patience added to the existing structures.
It’s hard for me to see something I want, and hear I have to wait to get it. I’m inclined forwards, towards the push of work. I want to work as hard as I can to get where I want. Patience kills that energy.
And patience, thus far, doesn’t feel the same as perseverance, like I talked about with the koi fish. Patience, to me, feels like the dragon sitting at the top of the waterfall, just waiting for his brother to finally make it up.
There’s a balance here, between Aaron Burr (I’m willing to wait for it) and Hamilton (What are you waiting for?) right? There’s a balance, a tension, to everything we do in this world. Life is lived on a razor’s edge between two concepts, in almost every way. What you want or what you need, pulling you either direction, when the real answer is a little bit of both; what you want can help give you energy to get what you need, and if you handle only what you need, you won’t be able to find what you want when the time comes. Balance. Tension.
I just have to wait and see what I find out.