Apparently, I am no Job. I have no patience when it comes to many things and I just want to get from the start to the finish line. The problem with sprinting to the end is that I forget to enjoy the scenery during the marathon that is my life. I have a very bad habit of trying to make things happen instead of just letting them happen. The meaning of the song ‘Que Sera, Sera’ is hopelessly lost on me.
I don’t know why I cannot let whatever will be, just be. I need to teach myself to relinquish some of the control I so desperately want to have and let life unfold in front of me. There is more beauty watching the petals of a rose open slowly than the rose itself at the end of its blossom.
Perhaps wisdom really does come with age. Maybe I am at the point in my life that I am willing to sit back and loosen the reins a little and see how the proverbial cookie crumbles without me breaking it into a thousand tiny pieces. It’s time to let life happen and for me to find strength in patience and wait for those good things to come.