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Originally Posted by pajara2
You know, I really enjoy being a loner. I enjoy the quiet solitude of my head. While I like hanging out with friends and can be social with the best of them, I do not require constant company. Also, like my Mother, I don't have many people that are close friends. I don't have anyone, even my one closest friend, that I require or even like to talk to every day. But very, VERY rarely there are days like today. A day that I wish I had that someone that I could just go to, lay my head on their shoulder, feel their arm around me and just get lost in my grief. A friend that would reaffirm what I know, but am having trouble grasping in the moment. That for everything there is a time and a purpose. That patience, while not my friend, can be a companion. That if it's meant to be, it will be. Just to help remind me of my joy, that will return quickly, while I wallow in my despair for the short moment.
*sigh*
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Pajara, I loved what you wrote and really related to it, especially this part:
"That patience, while not my friend, can be a companion."
I think patience is stronger for me when I look back and admit that there's a cycle—things went up, went down, went up again, and so on. Yeah, based on what I've already experienced, I can say with some confidence, It gets better—sometimes not as fast as I'd like, but in general, I turn it around. I always called it "resiliency," that ability to outlive the bad parts, but I think it's also a function of "patience."
Thanks for your post!