As I wrote in A Healthy Young Fellow Trots Away, I am patient.
I think I learned patience from classic literature.
Take Les Miserables. Did you ever count how long Jean Valjean was alive before he found peace?
Far longer than most people lived in those days.
Or The Odyssey?
I mean, really! Odyseus had to have been arthritic and gray by the time he got home to his wife and son.
God forbid you should read one of the Russian Masters. Even their short stories are epic! As Woody Allen said in Love and Death, “Wheat. Lots of wheat.”
Or in my case, just living long enough to appreciate taking a long view of things.
Enjoy.
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