Patience is the first of victories, victory over oneself, over one’s nerves, over one’s weaknesses.
As long as we have not acquired it, life is only a cascade of capitulations, capitulations made in struggle, certainly, crying out in what we perceive to be manifestations of authority, but which are in fact only an abdication to petty pride.
To be patient is to wait for one’s hour, finger on the trigger, as one watches for prey: it is to build each of the day’s actions in consideration of order and balance, laying carefully the foundation stones that will support the building.
Patience delivers the joy of not having given in.
Inpatience leaves the heart with the reproach if having been exiled and of having been the author of vanity and vain agitation.

An oldy but a goody

"You've gotta be resilient as a cockroach 🪳 in this town"

Signs that there is “good” and we aren’t doomed:

Hillary Clinton tried to blame Paul Pelosis attack on a pizzagate conspiracy theorist and she got fact checked by Elon Musk and then deleted her tweet just like her emails (lol made myself laugh)

So the footage showing the missile hitting the Pentagon on 9/11 is beginning to emerge.

I will no longer be apart of such a system.