Being means:
not numbering and counting,
but ripening like a tree,
which doesn't force its sap,
and stands confidently
in the storms of spring,
not afraid that afterward
summer may not come.
It does come.
But it comes only
to those who are patient,
who are there
as if eternity lay before them,
so unconcernedly silent and vast.
I learn it every day of my life,
learn it with pain
i am grateful for:
patience is everything.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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