Patience was not something I had growing up, nor was it ever granted to me by others. As I transitioned into adulthood, angry and resentful, I had to allow good and kind people to love me properly, I found that those who were patient with me would turn out to be the same people who came to love me most.
Patience created love, grace, forgiveness. Patience allowed me to marry the man I loved, to raise three beautiful boys, to heal.
We are all flawed as people, and I believe that we are put on this earth to evolve and self actualize into wiser individuals than when we were put on this earth. No matter how many lifetimes it takes. I do my best to give the gift of patience to others, though I am not perfect as I have not been practicing it very long. When people do me wrong, I think to myself, “Be patient with them, maybe this is their first time living, perhaps they need more lifetimes to grown”.
It sounds silly, but its how I feel. It reminds me of the #eggtheory, which states we are every single person on earth, just a different version of ourselves, and we will live many lifetimes over until we become perfect, and we ascend beyond being just a person. That theory seems lonely to me, so I choose to believe that we live many lifetimes until we get it right, some of us are on our first life, while others on their 100th life. Patience.

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