I’m asking cause I have no clue. The only time I am patient is when frankly, I have other stuff to worry about.
I think my problem with patience is that I link it with some strange power struggle. Sometimes being patient can be patronising, and sometimes when you think you’re being patient you’re actually being a doormat.
Are patience and compassion the same thing?
Patience is a double-edged sword. Its a deep bow far under the belt. Its the bitter medicine your mother forces you to take.
Patience may be praised, but it sounds like poison to me. What is this virtue we uphold like honor?
If I need to be patient, isn’t that your impatience with me talking?
I think when people praise patience they are actually praising non-attachment.
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