Colours of Patience.

We all know that life is painted in different colours— flamboyant ones of excitement and thrill, the faded of hope and anxiety, the dull of fear and loss. It’s somehow like a movie, these colours transitioning into one another and it seems that this one transition is truly patience— the binding that tapes all the wonderful pieces of humanity we experience together, as we move along them.

I think patience is something that I do inherently have, fortunately. I am able to wait and wait; either fighting or letting go. It’s not easy, it does entail some struggles and chaos but this is how it is. This is how it should look like. I often find myself fighting with myself to fix what’s wrong, finding a million alternative solutions and means to go back to where it was before. However, I just realise in the end that it will never be the same again and that this chaos is actually required to curve paths towards my mission on Earth, and only this realisation makes me let go completely and drift. It makes my heart beat in faith with every trial and adverse situation that comes afterwards; allowing the pain to flow and carry me wholly, until it passes, until the lightness and hope takes shape.

It’s just a picture. It’s this unfathomable alignment of colours and patterns all spread unevenly on a canvas. It takes time and work to complete the picture, it takes this substantial flow of perseverance and curiosity to figure it out in the end. We may as well give up and leave the picture incomplete, but it is then an opportunity lost to see how beauty unravels in such adverse, imperfect times.

It’s the mindset of patience we have to wear. The art of waiting, the colours of faith and the pattern of effort intricately exerted haphazardly, without a compass, without a guidance— just that. It’s a wave of pain and tears, the darkness of having to figure it out all alone. It’s a phase in this dear beautiful life granted for our much treasured humanity.

I don’t know why but I just enjoy fantasising about values and mindsets. I enjoy intricately placing them into the different situations we go through just to make them more extraordinary, fulfilling and human. I cannot bear a life that it bland and spark-less and that’s why, even if patient is quite everlasting and mundane, it’s still so in a very special way— only if we choose to recognise it.

Even though my life requires a great deal of patience those days, I’ll try my best to do it gracefully, even if I fail at times. I fail all the time, actually. But in the end, I have this faith that keeps me from somehow falling into the sinkholes of hopelessness— at least patience is there to save me.

May patience be there for you when you need it.