One afternoon last year, my impatience spoiled the happy mood I was in after a fellow passenger rebuked me for doing something to him as I hurried to get out of the matatu we had ridden in.
Recently, I asked myself: Why am I often in a hurry while riding in matatus? And where am I often headed to that makes me so impatient? Does it hurt being patient?
Asking myself such questions has made me think I have been one of those people that a favorite song of mine accuses of being filled with care, "headed who knows where?" without realizing people need the Lord.
And it's like I have been impatient for years because I have remembered times in the past when an idea excited me so much that I couldn't wait to make it happen. In my haste, I churned out creative works of poor quality.
This year, I have caught myself feeling impatient when elated. I have wanted to experience the next moment, even after I wrote the following note a couple of years ago and posted it on the sidebar of this blog:
I am learning to treat life as a journey, not a destination. So I am striving to enjoy each moment even as I anticipate to fulfill my dreams, especially meeting my soulmate and traveling abroad. Tomorrow may never be mine.Having realized I have an impatience problem, I will strive to stay calm, cool and collected when excited. Some of the tasks I plan to do will be reading, writing, meditating or playing my piano keyboard. By taming my energy that way, I will develop the stamina I will need to conquer trials and tribulations when they arise. And arise they will.
My beloved reader, I urge you to also exercise patience each moment. Or as Jesus advises us in the Bible, live one day at a time. It is indeed true that tomorrow may never be ours.
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RECOMMENDATION: If you've enjoyed the above story on exercising patience each moment, you might also enjoy another one on "Being Patient With People" which I wrote two years ago. Just click on that link in blue to dive straight into the story.