Patience

I find I have less and less patience for things as I grow older, I don't even know if I had that much patience to begin with but whatever I did have is slowly wearing thin. I find that there's not much that makes me ecstatically happy any more either, in the constant struggle of work home and traffic in between I find things slowly chip away bits of me. Bits of the time I had to potter around at home in my pajamas before I left for work. Bits that may have inspired those little doodles and tiny tales that o found so much joy in not so long ago. I have no patience for people who tell me I've lost myself, I probably have but I'd rather not know, as long as I don't know I can still find some small joys, once I know the truth there really is no escaping from it. Like they say, ignorance is bliss, why though? Maybe we don't know any better? Or maybe there's just some things that once known can never be erased from your mind. You can't unlearn how to swim the wrong way, you can't unsay what you said, all you can do is hope to try a bit harder the next time. And sometimes that's all you hold on to ... All you can hope for.