How can a society obsessed with instant gratification realistically
expect its children to value concepts like patience
(preferably in fifteen seconds or less)?
if your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
“
I
have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and
I’m much better at bringing out the best in others than in
myself. That’s just the kind of person I am. I’m the
scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that’s fine
with me. I don’t mind at all. Better to be a first-class
matchbox than a second-class match.—Haruki Murakami
”
There's a tiny ambush hunter hanging in a
dark corner of my bathroom. Each of her eight legs holds a
different strand, waiting for vibrations. What superb patience
she must have! Imagine first her long disciplined activity while
weaving that intricate trap followed in turn by her death-like
immobility while waiting for a victim to bring her next meal. How
long will she wait? I see no insect candidates anywhere. What
gives her faith that she has chosen a good location? Would she
ever reconsider that choice? What could she possibly be thinking
of as she passes the time? Does she not feel boredom? Does she
not grow hungry? Does she not become anxious? Her metabolic rate
must be nearly zero to succeed in such a strategy, and yet she
must react quickly when the opportunity appears.
I get hungry all the time. I get impatient watching the microwave oven tick down. I feel imposed upon waiting even one minute for a traffic light to turn green. I get bored quickly and depend on various electronics to offer distractions and fill the silence in my apartment.
I definitely don’t have what it takes to be an ambush hunter.
I get hungry all the time. I get impatient watching the microwave oven tick down. I feel imposed upon waiting even one minute for a traffic light to turn green. I get bored quickly and depend on various electronics to offer distractions and fill the silence in my apartment.
I definitely don’t have what it takes to be an ambush hunter.
“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to
do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about
endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root:
pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to
suffer.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
You'll never be alone.
TWO THINGS DEFINE YOU
your patience
WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING
and your
ATTITUDE
when you have everything.
I was telling a girl in the bar about my uncanny ability
to guess the day a woman was born on just by feeling their
breasts.
"Really?" she said. "Go on then... Try."
After about 30 seconds of fondling she began to lose patience. "Come on," she demanded, "What day was I born on?" "Yesterday?" I replied.
"Really?" she said. "Go on then... Try."
After about 30 seconds of fondling she began to lose patience. "Come on," she demanded, "What day was I born on?" "Yesterday?" I replied.
