It’s the middle of the night. I should be asleep, but alas, I’m in my peaceful time. It’s my time of night when the house is asleep, but here I am, awake and full of “thinks”.
I’ve been thinking about what this world needs and what I would teach the world if given the opportunity. I’ve thought about it for so long, I should have posted this several hours ago, but, I didn’t yet have the words.
Remember the old Coke commercial? I’d like to give the world a Coke? Well, I’d like to give the world patience. I’ve had that old commercial running on a loop in my head since I decided that patience is what I’d give to the world. It’s a good thing I always liked that song. Regardless, patience is something this world needs. It’s something we could all use more of.
I have great patience when it comes to some things, but not when it comes to myself. I’ve never been as ill as I have this last month. Going into my surgery, I thought, or rather, I presumed, everything would go according to plan because it always had. I’m young enough, okay, I’m in my mid-forties, I’m healthy, or I was leading up to the surgery. Nothing would go wrong. How wrong I was. Everything but the initial surgery went wrong. I have had to learn patience from a new perspective. I still await being myself. It will be here, eventually.
As things are, I’m stuck at home most of the time. I have such a renewed sense of freedom and exhilaration when I leave my house and go to an appointment, or a drive in the car. It takes so little now to make me happy.
Why have we all forgotten how to be patient? I look at my family. None of them are patient. They have lived in this world that wants and expects everything now. The current generation really want instant gratification. They never seemed to have any patience to begin with. Even playing games, they want success now.
I have always been somewhat patient with people, but I have had learn extreme patience with myself. It hasn’t been easy to do. In my current state, I am exhausted, have pain and a drain stuck in my abdomen. It’s only a temporary state. I know that, yet it often feels like forever.
I miss my mom. It’s been 7 long months and yet it seems like yesterday. I just want to pick up the phone and call her, but I can’t. Again, I have to be patient with myself. I have cried realizing that mom can’t help me through this from the physical aspect of things. I know she is in heaven and that she’s watching out for me.
My family has to be patient with me as I heal. I have to be patient with myself, too. Another week will go by. I will get through it. If’s a better place than where I was one week ago. If only the world could see and learn patience.
Imagine what would happen to this world if the governments were patient and would actually think before acting like they do. Imagine a more thoughtful, peaceful world. If you can, just for a moment. I can. Can you?
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday Post. Our host this week, the ever lovely, Kristi from www.findingninee.com