I am not, and I guess was never really a patient person. I would always get irate and quirky when I want something, and I don't get it IMMEDIATELY! Waiting always drives me nuts. My mom for one, always says that "God has His own time" or that "Patience is a virtue". But, I am not really drawn by these mantras. When I want something, I should get it, and FAST! as in really fast.
When I really want something, and someone would make me wait for it, the act of waiting in itself would make me lose all the excitement, all the feelings that would make all the wait "worthwhile". I would just get angry, I would just be bitter; the longing will be replaced by hatred... Hatred for the person who made me wait...Hatred in the circumstance, or you can say, fate - Hating fate for not giving it to me when I wanted it so bad!When I am wanting it still so bad!...
It is best not to make me wait...
I would like to think that it is not merely the act of waiting which irritates me so much. I would believe that it is for reason as to why I (still) had to wait. Why you still made me wait...In spite of knowing for a fact that I wanted it so bad...I want it so bad...that it has to be NOW.
Spoiled. Rotten. Bratty...Maybe. But No. I think that once again, I beg to disagree. Let's just say that some people have weaknesses... And waiting, well yes, waiting (for one), and being impatient is mine.
Today, I feel incomplete. Yesterday, I was mad. I was sad. I was in a roller coaster, for my emotions were not that defined. I would walk, and at a sudden turn, a new emotion would be felt by me. I was unstable...Yes, you could say unstable. Yesterday, I was most definitely emotionally unstable...
Yesterday wasn't the first.
Today like any other, I am a sinner.
I have been, still am, and always will be a sinner.
Now, I write down my sins with no intention to repent...
1. ANGER:
My latest realization today, is that I still haven't escaped all the memories (and everything that goes with it). Pain. ANGER. Hatred. Longing.
Wanting - revenge; Needing - to avenge myself.
Vengeance in the hopes of redeeming myself and regaining everything that was lost. Everything that was stolen. Everything that was robbed off of me. It was robbed. It was taken without permission; without my knowledge. I should have seen it coming one way or another. But, No. I did not - and I cannot undo that. I cannot wish for something to be once again pristine when it is which that cannot be undone. That would be so wrong. It's wrong on so many levels. It would be going against nature for one. It would be an abomination. Simply put, it is impossible.
All I can do now, is to move on, and hope for better days ahead. Moving on - easier said than done. Moving on - a myth, a ray of hope, something intangible.
My way of looking at it is that it is asymptotic. Like truth, moving on is Asymptotic. You get there but not really. You think you are there...finally...But then again, not really. You could almost touch it, almost taste it, you could use it to your advantage by believe in it as something that is true! Make it your guiding principle in life; your redeeming grace; your second chance; your tabula rasa (for those who are more hopeful, and less condemned)...ALMOST.
That is what I believe in...For now.
Until I am what I want to be.
Until I accept who I can (only) be.
That will be the only time that I will be able to find solitude
My solitude. My conception. My rules. My solitude.
I will be vindicated.
I will make pristine that which cannot be undone.
I will be a believer. I will no longer be a contradiction because I have finally found solid ground. I will be better. way better.
2. INSECURITY:
I have lived my life knowing that I am this, and I am that. But I honestly never, never ever really believed in everything that I thought.
My Dreams would be my fuel for my passion, and Hope will be my salvation for my dread.
I have been called many names. Been placed on pedestals, that I have since then fallen from. There really wasn't much to see. If anything, it only made me more insecure of me. It only made me realize that everything that I can be was only make believe. A fantasy. Because ultimately, I still have yet to know me - the real me. I still have yet to find my solid ground; know where my faith lies... Rest on my solid rock, and start building my chateau's on these concrete lands, instead of investing on them so much yet building them in the sand.
From a distance, it would be prettier building sand castles. It would appear to be more fun, building sand castles. But this can be, this is decieving! This is a deception. Everything brings good feelings, good vibes, good energies, the kind which all of us long for, but in the end what it does ultimately, is waste our time.
It wastes our time. Pollutes our mind. Dampens our Spirit. Weakenss our heart. And initially hampers our growth.
(...to be continued)



