I've been learning a hard lesson in patience lately. When things go wrong, sometimes you can't fight for them without making them worse, so we wait instead. The thing I've been learning about this waiting game is that sometimes it takes mores strength to be patient and hold back than to fight it. Fighting is an action. It's proactive and worthy and makes us feel dignified and strong. But waiting- waiting is draining. It's exhausting and relentless. It's waves upon waves of thoughts you'd rather not be dwelling on. It's a constant reminder of what could be, what should have been. With fighting, it's your determination that shines through the brightest. With waiting, it's your faith. It's quiet. It's believing, and hoping, and reminding yourself day in a day out there's a reason for this silence. Mostly, it's knowing that better things are on their way. Whether it be soon or way down the road. A friend told me the other day- it's okay to be upset. And I had never thought of it like that. But putting it into my own perspective, I in fact, am upset. I'm upset over time lost and I'm upset that I care so much and I'm upset that I have memories all around my room and in every corner of my mind of what it all used to be. It is terribly upsetting actually. Regardless, the biggest part of this patience lesson that's been slapping me across the face everyday is that there's something really special about the things worth waiting for. And when they're worth it, you know. You know because giving up was never an option, it never even crossed your mind to throw in the towel, to call it a day, to throw up your hands and say "I'm done", even though so many situations have warranted it. I think there's something really special about that.