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"Patience is the act or the quality of suffering from afflictions..or pain with a calm, unruffled temper..endurance without fretfulness. It is the act of waiting long for something good to happen without murmur or complaint."

I found this definition of patience in Zig Ziglar’s Life Lifters and he quoted it from an 18something edition of Webster.  And I found it amazing for such an accurate and elaborate description from a dictionary.  I would expect something mechanical or concise..but not as fluid as this one.

I had been praying for patience for the longest time. After all, it is very difficult to wait for something you are not sure of.  You don’t even have a clue of what’s coming..just that nagging feeling of anticipation..a curious excitement that could lead to downright frustration if held any longer than one can endure.  They say, and I believe, that God has a plan for each of us.  And as each day passes, these plans unfold, creating intricate details of coincidences and other incidentals that force us to make choices that would eventually determine our destinies.

I chose to wait simply because there is nothing left for me to do. And in so doing, I presume that I am not waiting for nothing.

Where there is hope, patience is always nearby. =)

A friend asked me this amusing question about three weeks ago, "How do you know if you’re falling out of love?" I say, you don’t.  I would like to think that love simply evolves into a more simple, or even a more complex kind.  And just because a relationship isn’t working or you don’t feel the need to be with your current partner doesn’t necessarily mean that you have ‘lost that lovin’ feeling.’ In the first place, do you really fall in love?

Of all the possible verbs, why consider fall? Falling would indicate an accident, something you have no control of, or simply, not resisting the pull of gravity. More than anything, you decide to love. I don’t think anybody would decide to fall. If so, why fall in..or even fall out..of love?

While it may be true that you don’t love because..still, why do you love? If you don’t have a reason, why decide to do so? And if you do, how do you know it is the right reason(s)?  Would it still be love if you have a list of things to back up your decision or lack one?

So darn complex..but universally simple. Indeed, love makes the world go round.

Forgetting can be just as difficult as remembering.

This I found out recently.

My memory is flawed — and these lapses have costed me much time

Just trying to hold on to fragments of loosely - held pieces

I desperately try to remember.

But then again, when you try to forget consciously

It becomes too tediously ironic!

How could you forget what you aimlessly keep pushing

deep down the abyss of your unconscious memory?

Is it not the folly of the wise,

to painstakingly forget the one thing he is sure to remember?

Like love, which they say, transcends death.

Are we really capable of consciously forgetting,

what we unconsciously fail to remember?