If I had known earlier in my life that I would be so inclined to waiting, I may have saved myself some grief. For the longest while, I believed that others kept me waiting. Now I know that I choose to wait, choose to teach myself patience. This realization has reduced my level of internal turmoil as I breathe right though the universe rather than self-destruct in frustration and impatience. Perhaps, in fact, there is no waiting, there is only being, in every breathe, in every moment.