Patience is not something you can learn, there are no schools that learn patience. It is something you acquire through experience. I remember as a kid I expected everything to happen at once, but it never did. Waiting a year for Christmas, for Easter and all the other treats you got. Waiting for summer to be able to go on holiday and then a whole year for a birthday.
At the age of 71 patience is no longer a problem, I learned it through life’s lessons. There is a time for everything. Movements are slower, everything needs more time, but it is not important. Just remember to take your pills at the right time and to send people their golden wedding cards or condolence cards.
Last year we had a building invasion. There was noise, dirt and inconvenience. Would it never end? We were told in four months, which became six months and eventually were 8 months. 8 months of summer enclosed in scaffolding. 8 months of waiting for them to go away.
Today the builders are gone, everything back to how it should be and a new summer is approaching, so what was the problem? Everything passes eventually. We heard that we should again replenish our building funds regularly for the next building attack when in 20 years there will be something new to renew. Who needs patience, in 20 years I will be 91 and who cares, I do not.
I have my front garden again, complete with chairs and table and my horse chestnut tree in its pot. This tree won it all. It was cast into a corner and almost neglected because it was in the way of the builders. However, as if to spite it all, it flowered, just one white spike of a flower. I planted a chestnut 15 years ago and waited for something to happen. The tree began to grow and I replanted it in a bigger pot. Amongst the disruptions of the buiding siege it flowered for the first time last year. The first time and I hope not the last. This tree showed us all what patience is.