i am only human - with my own impatience. at times, i've cross that boundary - the one i've never wanted to cross. that one i've been working so hard not to cross - that distinction i want to have from the past, to the present, and into the future. guilt raises, yet it is unhelpful.
as a human in flux, in becoming, i long for the wisdom. for the patience. for the understanding and insight.
how much work is involved in becoming this perfect being that i long for. but only forgiveness can bring me there.
apologies, my beloved, for my shortcomings. for being more human that i wish for.
i forgive the universe itself, for being what it is, and maybe in my forgiveness, will i find the empathy for all of the beings around me, and find the patience for their own shortcomings. the patience for wisdom. the patience i need to be me.
