Is Patience a Virtue?

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I am 30 something and I was brought up in an era that has been all about get it, have it, and then throw it away. For a long time, growing up being part of this leaves feeling of emptiness. 
I do not have the greatest patience.  I was taught growing up that it was a virtue, but I was never taught why.



I always thought that having patience would mean I would miss out on something I longed for.  Growing up, I was a hard in the race of life for fear that I would be forgotten and miss out.
Time and time again, I forgot that it is the tortoise who wins the race.
I had get up and go, I was an achiever in this materialistic world.  I was actually, unbeknownst to me missing out greatly on life.
Patience is not a virtue, it is extremely hard and takes a hell of a lot of practice.  I learnt that patience needs inner strength, you have to be able to face any fears, repeatedly let go of all or any internal expectations and have trust that no matter what things will turn themselves around.
Once, I learned to accept patience, a door opened to a new understanding of my life.
When we continually rush around, we lose patience and enjoyment of life, as I had. We start to miss our own individual routine and all the experiences, feelings, and people which help to create it.
I am slowly learning to accept being a tortoise, constantly moving, sure-footed at a natural pace.

The practice of patience has helped me to dispelle my fears of inadequacy and by learning to harness and contain the energy of both fear and enthusiasm; not run or hide from it, but to own it and concentrate it into a powerful force, which consistently and steadily drives me forward in my life, towards new goals now measured at a pace which makes me feel both confident and appreciative of life.
Perhaps patience is a virtue after all.

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