Patience

It's 1 am after a late nostalgic night out. These nights become rarer and rarer.

It's all going back.

The kid who got used to getting no for an answer.

One who becomes more careful and considerate.

Here, questions become less.

And confidence in predictions become more.

No.

It's just a lack of patience growing.

Getting better at twisting who said what said.

Getting better at craving,

just getting lost in my own knots.

Be braver than that child of mine.

Responsibility and power weigh the same,

it's the decision that matters.

Decide to let go of the twisted child

and embrace he who genuinely wished.

Purity exists within us all, close your eyes and see!

Slow down time, what a magical feeling.

Perception seems to be everything.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

"Don't let the kids feel the boat rock."

I command the ocean to stop its waves.

A mere mortal, a man shouting at the ocean.

Or sway with the ocean.

Make a song out of it. Run a dance.

Humility doesn't just have to be from anger or fear.

Tender is humility from a meaningful embrace.

When time is synced in breath.

So.

He's working. He looks like he's in a bad mood.

I'll wait till later. Oh I forgot.

I don't want him to repeat himself. I don't mind repeating myself.

But I don't get it.

Then we say, love your neighbour.

Misconception that vulnerability is just wounded people licking each others wounds.

Only if we act, at some point now rather than later.

Creation and destruction.

Obstacles as opportunities to untie those knots.

Retie them.

You "emotionless" man. Like a vacuum cleaner, sucking out all visible emotion.

Do you feel it? Whispers. A quiver.

When we are truly silent.

It's all choice.

E.W.