Patience

I’m not patient.

I was never good at patient, I always jump in and build a toy as fast as I could wanting to see the final result, I wasn’t patient waiting the for the red light to turn green.

As someone who wasn’t patient, my biggest struggle in life was to find out my future. The urge to know who will I be, What will I do, and what I could become. I was growing old, impatient of the future. The future that I wanted to be present. While I was waiting to find out my future, my past was becoming a blur. I couldn’t remember my past. A past of memories was soon forgotten while I was impatient for my future.

I wasn’t grateful of my past, I forgot my past thinking that my future will come into my hands. I forgot the little girl, who wanted to be a teacher just because a teacher gave her chocolates, forgot the little girl who wanted to work for NASA and discover more about the galaxies and space.

Before I know it, I’m 20 and the future I was reaching for is within my reach, but I didn’t want a future without a past. I’m missing my past, when I was child with pigtails. A child with big dreams and happiness.

Sooner enough, I learned to be patient, I learned to enjoy my present without a worry about the future. I learned to miss my past, as I’m missing the past in the future I might miss my present.

I’m patient