I havent seen a lot of people who have patience. Especially when confronted with their circumstantial inabilities - age-induced weakness, fractures, anything. But then I saw my maternal grandfather. I have never heard him raise his voice. He was never restless even after retirement. He is content with what he has and what he can do even as his body becomes old and weak. If it takes him 5 minutes to cover what I would or even he would have a few years ago in 3 steps, then so be it. He doesnt hurry himself which would result in nothing but being hurt. He takes those small steps and doesnt get irritated by his dependencies. And his face lights up with a smile everytime you catch his eye and make a movement of acknowledgment (a wave, raised eyebrows, a smile). And it just feels so nice.
Why didnt I inherit this virtue?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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