Patience is virtue, so they say

I'm sitting here... writing this... on my phone... In Buffalo, when I should be back home. I was supposed to be back by 2:30 mind you... But somehow I find myself still sitting here in this dorm. Waiting. On Negroes. And my patience is wearing thin. Actually, my patience was thin to begin with. Is that a bad characteristic?

Its probably not the most flattering...

I just can't stand having to wait on other people - for extended periods of time with no explanation.

But instead of getting even more irritated, I'm gonna take this time for a little self-reflection. What's the rush? That's what I keep asking myself...

Life shouldn't be rushed.

"Don't you know that, patience is a virtue? (Yes it is) And life is a waiting game. Don't you know that, peace must be nurtured?"