Patience is a Virtue

I used to be a patient person. I saw others become frustrated at the littlest things while I couldn’t care less. I taught my baby cousins the basics of arithmetic and spelling at their slow pace, insisting they learn instead of giving them the answers. I scoffed at those who drove wildly, cutting left and right for a car’s length advancement.

My patience has worn thin. I am not the patient, kind teacher I was. I rapidly weave through traffic, trying to gain every last inch ahead of others.

Gone along with my patience are my manners. More than once I have hurt those I care for because of my impatience or my stress. I answer questions as though I gaven’t a shit. I raise my voice in frustration at an exponential rate.

I don’t know when this change happened, nor why. I realize that there has been a change, and that I am not as carefree as I would like myself to be.

Increasing selfishness and a growing ego are setting in. I can feel it.