She spoke of patience to me, of my own impatience, my inability to be at peace with this moment and time. I guess to some extent she’s right – I can’t just live in the moment and not let myself hope and ache for the future just a little bit, hoping it will be better and simpler. But impatient? Must you really take it that far?

If I was impatient, I would have driven myself mad in my current situation already. I would be completely broken and may possibly not even be here

If I was impatient I wouldn’t be alive.