I'm bringing this here for a dear old friend....
LIFE IS A PROCESS
... and that takes time.
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If there is anything which test my patience it is going
through a process. Any process whatever its size, shape or form, or for whatever
reason is not going to get a big smile from me. I hate long queues, government
offices, clinics or hospitals, ticket booths, or any waiting line created just
because somebody behind the window up ahead is sorting out papers, signatures,
and your reasons for being in line.
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I stand there fidgeting I summon up in my mind diverse things to say, brilliant angry stuff, to rouse guilt on the person who is taking all of eternity to get to me. And then finally I get to the window... and there looking at the person working on my papers I feel every mental and physical muscle and energy in my body suddenly drain out of me and drop to the ground. I watch the person leaf through the sheets, punch something on the computer keys; seek out a particular rubber stamp on her desk; leave the window to seek out somebody whose signature should be on it; return to the window again and then push the papers out to me pointing at a dotted line with a pen. I sign-receive my copy, and I’m off. Relieved, not so much happy, but relieved releasing a big resigned sigh to the Universe that incidentally sees it all and is rolling on the floor laughing.
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I stand there fidgeting I summon up in my mind diverse things to say, brilliant angry stuff, to rouse guilt on the person who is taking all of eternity to get to me. And then finally I get to the window... and there looking at the person working on my papers I feel every mental and physical muscle and energy in my body suddenly drain out of me and drop to the ground. I watch the person leaf through the sheets, punch something on the computer keys; seek out a particular rubber stamp on her desk; leave the window to seek out somebody whose signature should be on it; return to the window again and then push the papers out to me pointing at a dotted line with a pen. I sign-receive my copy, and I’m off. Relieved, not so much happy, but relieved releasing a big resigned sigh to the Universe that incidentally sees it all and is rolling on the floor laughing.
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Life is a process. Whether it is giving birth, getting
married or a divorce, having your hair fixed at the salon, driving somewhere in
your car, cooking for dinner tonight, learning in school or college, holding
meetings in the boardroom, sweeping the yard, getting a health check at the
clinic, arranging funerals, flying to some country, taking a bath, paying your bills,
and more. There are no short cuts. In life when you go through strife struggles
or challenges, you simply go through it albeit reluctantly resentfully
grudgingly fearfully lazily tearfully but, this I tell you, there is neither an
easy way out nor escape for you to grab on. You might want to pull at your
hair, gnash your teeth, rev up your ugliest horrifying snarl at anyone or
anything hoping to scare it away, but you still have to go through it just the same.
And that’s final.
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But.......
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Mind what you think through the long process. Those
thoughts which simmer or seethe through your brain will determine the end
result you desire. Be kinder, more compassionate, understanding, observant, patient,
perceptive, insightful, and open to learning whatever there is to learn from
the challenge. You just can’t beat the process; it will roll out just as it should
and not minding whoever you are or whatever you do. Time is there to support life.
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God bless you.
