Я много думаю о терпении. Мне всегда казалось,...

I think a lot about patience. It always seemed to me that patience is a very important thing. That she is building a bridge to the future and restoring your confidence: everything will be. I did not even notice how the need for patience ceased to be relevant. This doubt is erased from consciousness, and no longer raises the minds. I enter "patience" in Google, and what do I see? Only Christian articles, followed by material with a loud sign "How patience and humility poison our lives." Wait, but how so? I have been thinking for a long time about how to formulate what I feel in connection with the concepts of patience and the length of the path, the long-term distance. And I thought: but how does a mother raise a child? Doesn’t she need patience to survive all these lack of sleep, hysteria, poop, round-the-clock need for attention? And then there is postnatal depression, constant fatigue, fear of your new body. But the mother can’t tell her child: stop, I can’t take it anymore, you’re only one and a half, but then you yourself. Mother knows that this is not infinite. She saw that children grow up, at first become lively children, then they grow up and in the end quite often turn into worthy people. Mother knows that she will be proud of her son or daughter, he will certainly become a Man. And of course, she sees him happy. But there is a long way to go, and there are not only children nearby, but also other people. At 14, this beloved child will come and say - no, he won’t say it, but will scream loudly that he hates you, and this too will have to be survived, but it’s better to let your ears pass. How can it be without patience, without belief that everything will be ground and submitted to human nature? What about a man? Doesn't a man need patience? How would we get out of this our common war, which lies in our veins with stained blood and the imprint of fear in the genes? A war full of betrayal, mutual violence, despair, but faith. How would we restore a peaceful life without patience? How many times did these unfortunate men near Stalingrad say "I can no longer" and continue to believe? They did not know when the war would end, but they tolerated and assured themselves that it would end, in spite of frozen limbs and a marching background, turning into ordinary, wild, fear that ceases to respond to its instincts. We don’t even know how their worldview was pepper, and then we write articles "How patience and humility poison our lives." Maybe she is poisoned by her categorization and the need to draw conclusions before living this very life? So I want to drive into Google "patience" and get an answer to the question - why did we forget about it? But in Google there is no answer, you have to endure. I will go out into the street, pile up my poop, calm the hipster-siege blood for a while and just keep going.