Where Am I Going? 


On this journey it seems that I have learned patience, but why is patience so frustrating?  Is this the only way to find contentment?  What is wrong with instant gratification?  Does it lead to emptiness?  Does it create hollowness?  Does waiting for the object of desire make it that much more palatable when it arrives, or does the waiting game merely serve to annoy and frustrate?  Can waiting too long result in a loss of interest? Is there such a thing as waiting too long?  How long is too long?  At what point do you have to say that enough is enough?