Over the Top

Sometimes patience runs out. Its what makes and separates us from the beasts. Patience requires wisdom, clarity and understanding to drive it. It tests everything that’s fine, alive and human in us. Patience of parents over their brood, patience of a teacher towards her students, lovers over each other. Everything. Everything is Patience.

Patience is the glue that binds all of us. Patience for friends, foes, relatives, policies. Patience is the silent observer for all ongoings. It looks, observes and cautions.

But sometimes it runs out. Sometimes the mother of all virtues – patience runs out. It doesnt listen to the counsel of its siblings wisdom and tolerance. How long can it wait anyways? When all venues run out, options dry and alternatives don’t seem viable.

Love never runs dry. Its indifference that replaces it, not hate. Astounding as it may sound, it isn’t hate that kills relationships. You can never hate the person you loved. If you do, you never loved anyways. Love keeps us alive and its patience which forms the mortar for the brick house/home. But how long can the wait last? How long can one go on before the light at the end of the tunnel shines itself as a beacon for the hopeless and the disheartened?

Patience. I have been patient. Breathe. Patience. Breathe. I will continue to remain so. But I can’t face hearts that have turned to stone. Hitting hopelessly like a wave on a high rock. Sometimes the pedestal is so high that you develop a pain in the neck trying to figure out who’s on top.

Regards,

CZ