i paced around in my head asking myself what this word is truly asking from me, because in retrospect, patience never did run smooth in my bones. "The capacity to accept or tolerate..." i let the last word roll off my tongue and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. the act of toleration is a practice; and one which i was never good at. never did i excell in such things, because i'm quickly tempered, if tempered with in a degree past my limits.
but, he asked me to be more patient. and for the love of god, the will of ones self is stronger than i ever realized. the grant to change yourself for another is a far fetch cry, but the desire to change oneself for another is fluent. the complex is not to change yourself for someone elses peace of mind, but to change yourself for your own. i asked myself, what if it doesn't work out? but, what if it does? it's a gamble worth betting on, because ones merit is proved in ones action; and actions speak way louder than words. so talk to me in actions and i'll reply to you in the words of my power.
