The Now

I'm thinking about the hang up that things should happen now. They say patience is a virtue hence the opposite is merely a vice but I'm wondering what constitutes its causes.

Perhaps it stems from not just a dislike of but our inability to reason about the future and of possible outcomes. Then I wonder if the only reason for the strength of the frustration is from an oftentimes desire but sometimes need for control.

We talk in definitives even for ourselves then to change or the world changing around us in the merry dance of life that doesn't ever stand still.

We talk in assertions which we live to see disproven or ourselves disprove and yet there again we make them.

It's hard to reason and understand when consequences of our actions won't be apparent until some point in the future. The absurdity of it is that we still try.

That doesn't mean we shouldn't consider the future and I admit an analogous concern for this reasoning to provide a forgiving platform for bad decisions - but the more I ponder it all seems like a delicate balance whose founding facts can be created by twinges under a subjective haze.

Perhaps the balance should one exist is the delicate line between accept and acknowledge. All the while what we can't know we won't know but the solution is not to temper the realm of possible.

We want things to happen now to avoid them becoming unknowns in our own future; the unknowns of our future are hard to deal with.

Perhaps it is a struggle with our unknown we concede.