How it must be to be Moss, that slipcover of rock? --Imagine.... ~Bruce Guernsey
I'm good at waiting. I can wait so that the birds land on me because they think I'm part of the environment. I can wait so that moss starts growing on me. I can understand all the "water dripping will wear out the hardest stone" parallels, but what I know is that being overly patient has caused me to end up with being mossy and covered with bird droppings... There is no balance with my patience. I am too patient, excessively patient, and it has stopped being a virtue.