Perspectives

There is a man who lives not too far from me, who I assume is from Morocco or thereabout.  He is small, perhaps 5’4″, and has a wife who no doubt cooks for him, and who I have no reason not to assume he treats well.  He seems quite mild in all ways.

I was watching him on a walk today.  He had a sweater with a US flag on it.  And it hit me that the way most people around the world treat time, and the way we treat time, are radically different. 

And I think a great many things we call psychological disorders, like anxiety, are in some cases nothing more than growing up without ever having to wait for anything.

Patience is rarely regarded as a virtue any more.  It’s all Carpe Diem, and YOLO.  But I think virtually everything that is exciting and good is the result of things that are dull and repetitive.  I think we ask too much of life, despite it giving us nearly EVERYTHING we could possibly ask for.

What we don’t ask for is patience.  What we don’t ask for is AUTHENTIC, as opposed to posturing, kindness.  Such is my feeling at this moment at any rate.  I blabber sometimes, and perhaps I am doing it here.

Ponder if you choose.  Discard if you see nothing worth keeping.