Patience Waits Patience

I find myself in a period of frustration.

Day by Day. Week by Week. Month by Month. And now, Year by Year.

I live my life. My own life.

I know what I want out of it and intend to follow through. Consequently, I take the necessary steps (or I at least try to) in order to realize the potential to my desires and my hopes. However, taking these steps is never fully drawn out.

I base my plan on the logical faith that what I do and the decisions I make will ultimately lead to my true happiness; whatever that state may be. I have yet to experience it.

There are times where I develop good momentum. These times nowadays are short and few. They leave me once I begin to feel comfortable.

For so long I have been seeking answers. My method has been straightforward yet complex; however, I have yet to see any substantial progress.

Am I stagnant? Why can't I move forward?

Patience is a word that embodies me.
Patience is a word that has contributed to my success.
Patience is a word that has been killing me throughout.
Patience is a word that will lead me to happiness.

For this I know.


"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them - every day begin the task anew."

-Saint Francis de Sales




I think I may be going home this weekend. I am in desperate need to play piano.