Patience

And a very underestimated thing in life is patience. If you can listen to me speak at this pace, and are still with me following the drift of meaning along these sentences, then you will appreciate that one who was impatient could possibly miss upon some fundamental truths in life.

Now these days, everyone is out to make a quick buck. Everyone is out to get that good job. No one cares about what they want in life. No one has the patience to care.

If one does not care from the very outset, life and impatience must drive one to make a choice even if one is not equipped with the tools to do so.

And one cannot be patient enough to wait to be equipped with the tools.

For life itself is impatient and intolerant.

Not everyone can afford the luxury of patience.

Not everyone can afford the luxury of discovery.

And consequently, the world is full of souls meandering meaninglessly. Earning a quick buck and finding meaning elsewhere in routine, humdrum existence; in survival; in life. Forgetting and disconnecting with the soul.

And in this motley comedy of life, because we do not have the patience for spirituality, because we do not have, or cannot afford to sit and contemplate infinity ad infinitum, one is bound to find a shortcut through impatience and perhaps call it Religion.

And religion itself would have been fine with patience, but patience is not a luxury we can afford so we invent rituals.

And in these rituals and through these rituals, we get our shortcut prayers to God, or our conception or misconception of that spiritual body.

And these rituals gain meaning in our eyes creating a rhythm of impatience.

I am opening a shop. Let me pray. And because I do not have the patience to pray myself, let me call someone to pray for me. And let's call that ritual "puja" and feel happy about ourselves.

Where is the patience, friends? All you need is just a little patience. No guns, only roses.