patience has been STOLEN from me!!!
ive searched high and low.....
cant find it!!
not in the sock drawer.....looked under the sink......
checked even the secret hiding place!!!
cant find my PATIENCE.......
what to do???
awkward, to say the least, to be saddled with the absense of patience.....
and im, sadly, forgetting the sound of its voice....
patience is a fading memory in my esteemed cadre of memoir.......
im trying to feel what it felt like as it wrapped its benevolent wings around my anxiety-ridden body...
enveloping me in its transluscent tranquility.....
i must rebirth another anthropomorphic form of patience....
for without it......
this girls on the edge......
teetering.....impatiently......
those who wait.....yes.....
they are correct.......
their behavior modification therapy has worked......
they are the holders of the trophy.....
good things have come to those who have waited!!!
NO NO......
they are not sitting ducks.....
i really must stop judging them so harshly......
they are complacent.....
perhaps they practice yoga....
their breathing excersises have earned them the 'waiters
trophy'.......
okay.....
admittedly, that trophys not on the top of my chanukah list!!
but it looks very well indeed atop their built-in bookshelf.....
perhaps the criminal.....the one who stole my patience will return it!!!
no questions asked....
i will then, clearly, have to enter the witness protection program....
would that i had the answers to this dilema.....
perhaps if i sit verrrrry still.....patiently....
my lost virtue will return........perhaps....
one can dream!!!
Virtue is never lost, it's given. Thrown away in a moment of passion, as virtue always is. So you say your patience is a lost virtue? Maybe you are the mirror to all our souls. Patiently we wait, ...for our soulmate, ...for that sidewalk stranger to stop their yak-yak-yakking, ...for that elusive carpark, ...for the interminable subway ride to end in the peak of a Paris summer, ...for the Manhattan waiter to break the rules and bring us an ashtray when we're the only customer, ...for our ship to come in or to launch a fleet of our own, ...for whatever we hope is around the corner that we've been brainwashed into thinking politeness and patience will conjure into our lives. Screw that. I am lion, hear me roar. Life ain't a spectator sport, it's there for the taking. Where did your patience go? Like all matter, it isn't gone, just transformed into a different energy. You tossed it into the celestial blender and made yourself a margarita. When life gives you lemons, you make rhetoric, right? So look no further for your patience. Look instead for your decisiveness. Look instead for the world bending to your will. Hello carpark. Hello having the restaurant to yourself. Hello to all you ever wanted or could dream about. Just light up. Patience? It's over-rated, kitty-kat. Look instead to what drives you. Dance naked in a sea of paint. Blot your fingerprints across the world as your canvass. Just paint, baby, paint. Bottle up your angst, your loss, your passion, you hopes, and be your own virtue, create your own borders. Fill the nation of your heart with all who would live there, let them grow within your womb, expand your territory to fit them all in. One Nation XRebbetzin. In Toby We Trust. Give your citizens the peace they crave, and when all who live inside you find their own solace, then your land will know patience. Then virtue is restored. But not by sitting verrrry still. But by moooooving very fast. And when all is at your feet and there are no more worlds to conquer, you will not weep as dis Hannibal, but you will take to the stars. Patience is for those who wait; it's in the rear-view mirror. And you're not the kind of lioness to look back.
ReplyDeleteFleur de Sil, Tuesday 16 December.