Sometimes the only course of progress is to allow Time to plod along. It does not matter what you do or don't do today. The only shreds of truth will appear like flowers, when the conditions are just right for them to poke their heads out of the earth. Nothing can coax them out but the perfect balance of Earth's ingredients of warmth and sunlight. You cannot force the bud to bloom for it will only blossom when it is ready to declare its beauty to the world. Patience is the rock being slowly smoothed and polished by the endless flow of water over its surface. Patience is not crossing out each day on the calendar, but being surprised when it comes time to change the month. Patience does not mean waiting around doing nothing until that which you are waiting for materializes. Patience is living your life not knowing if that day will ever come. Patience is controlling your impulses and desires. It is sitting calmly everyday in meditation, ready and willing to recieve the messages from the universe. Patience is not bold or boastful, it is humble and sweet, not eager or excited, it is thorough and mindful. Patience is a virtue of the highest order.
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