Patience is a natural human state. This is something which I have realised of late. We have been inculcated since the Industrial Revolution into thinking that we aren’t, and that patience is some lofty virtue, almost unattainable in the modern world.
Patient people are portrayed as being highly spiritual, wise, often mature in years and wrinkled of countenance. ThinkMother Theresa, The Dali Lama et al.
There is a lot to think about here, and, here I sit, the words are unformed as yet. I have to explore this and I’d appreciate feedback and discussion.
So what is patience? Patience is freedom, Patience comes with freedom and it makes you freer.
It makes you appreciate the things which you have. I currently am hungry, so I have started cooking some food. I know that I will have to wait for longer than would perhaps be usual because I am cooking, as is my wont, over the fire. This takes longer, but, with patience, I am free to sit and write this, look out the window at the swaying trees, smell the onions and chilli wafting from the fire place.
So I am hungry but happy knowing that this is the best seasoning. When it is cooked (an hour? Two? I honestly don’t know how long it will take), I will enjoy every last mouthful and be thankful that I have food.
And I think thats the trick of it. Time. We are so constrained by time in this modern world. We judge people by their ability to be on time. And we have broken it down to time units. A minute. “He’s five minutes late.”
Are birds late? Do snails berate each other for tardiness?
Consider dogs. Dogs have patience in spades. They can sit and sit and sit. And when the time comes, or the owner comes back from where they have been, what does the dog do? Act cross because he’s been waiting? No. the dog is rewarded and happy and this joy is seasoned by the anticipation.
We all have heard this in the workplace. Yet somehow, it’s ok to stay late. If being on time was such a valuable skill, surely managers and bosses would value leaving on time too. Other wise, staying longer at work means that you are late somewhere else.
So whats it about? Control. Plain and simple.
Patience then is power and generosity. It gives pleasure and takes away other people’s worries. If you are late, I don’t mind. why should I? I have no right to control you, no desire. If I’m late, maybe I stopped to look at a pretty scene, or help someone who was lost. Maybe I forgot my bag and went home to get it. If you’re waiting for me, look up or look inwards and look forward. It’ll be worth it.
What do you think?