Recently, a package destined for my 13-year-old son arrived earlier than I anticipated. I thought it wouldn’t show up until Monday, but he was eagerly counting down the hours until 8 p.m. on Sunday, as promised by the tracking information. When I informed him that it was being shipped via USPS, which doesn’t deliver on Sundays, his excitement deflated. He’d been waiting for those headphones he’d meticulously researched and saved his allowance for, only to face an unexpected delay of an entire day.
In moments like these, I find myself grappling with irritation towards a child whose entire mood can plummet due to a minor hiccup. It’s a challenge to remind myself that he is fortunate enough to have such privileges, while countless others face far greater uncertainties each day. I encouraged him to find a distraction while waiting for his package, but I recognized my own hypocrisy in the situation.
Just last year, I had breakfast with a business colleague who casually mentioned her work as a medium. Forgetting our original conversation, I was instantly captivated by the idea of communicating with the dead. While I know many take advantage of the gullible, I also believe that genuine psychics exist, much like those skilled in math or with a passion for spiders. My skepticism doesn’t negate the possibility.
Intrigued, I signed up for a session with her. My task was to focus on a burning question without revealing it. She would take time to meditate on me and then share her insights, which she recorded for me. I won’t disclose my question, but let’s just say it involved aspirations that occupy a significant space in my thoughts—perhaps even a Mediterranean cruise or a ticker-tape parade.
However, my spirit guide turned out to be an unexpected figure: a man resembling Roberto Benigni, dressed like Richard Simmons, frolicking down a railroad track while munching on peaches and popcorn. While it might sound absurd, I interpreted his antics as a reminder that the answers I seek won’t just present themselves as I desire. Instead, I need to relax and let things unfold naturally—a lesson that often feels frustrating when I want instant gratification.
In my daily life, there’s a particular route I take to downtown that I believe could save me time when I’m running late. There’s one traffic light I call the “punishment light.” It seems to stay red for an eternity, and it turns green just as I approach, leaving me to wait for what feels like an eternity. This light, much like my son’s package delay, serves as a reminder that patience is sometimes necessary.
This metaphorical punishment light embodies the waiting we often endure, whether it’s for something trivial like a package or a more profound life desire. It nudges me to acknowledge that others are engaged in far more significant waiting games than my own. Instead of merely wishing for yoga pants to be recognized as professional attire, maybe it’s time I actually practiced yoga.
Interestingly, sometimes the universe has a way of surprising us. My son’s package, which I expected on Monday, miraculously arrived on Sunday, bringing him immense joy.
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Summary
Patience is a virtue often tested in our day-to-day lives, whether it’s waiting for a long-anticipated package or contemplating larger life goals. Embracing the wait can lead to unexpected joys and insights.
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