patience

 there was a time

i thought truth arrived loud.

like a verdict.

like an answer that finally shuts the room up.


but truth doesn’t rush you.

it leans back.

lets you feel the weight of not knowing

without flinching.


patience isn’t waiting for something to happen.

it’s learning how to stand

while nothing does.


i’ve watched people move fast

just to avoid sitting with what they already know.

fill the silence with noise.

fill the hunger with distraction.

fill the questions with borrowed beliefs.


i don’t blame them.

uncertainty is heavy.


but i noticed something in myself:


when i stopped trying to solve the world,

my chest got quiet — not empty,

just strong enough to hold the pressure.


i don’t need everything explained anymore.

history can stay incomplete.

faith can stay unanswered.

love can stay undefined for a while.


i’m not here to conquer time.

i’m here to outlast confusion.


there’s a calm that comes

when you stop demanding proof

from things that were never meant

to be reduced.


i don’t need to rush my becoming.

i don’t need to convince anyone

i see clearly.


those who move too fast

often miss what patience is protecting them from.


so i walk slower now.

not because i’m unsure —

but because i finally trust

what’s unfolding without my interference.


truth doesn’t chase you.

it waits until you’re quiet enough

to hear it.


and i am.


— Mr. Mak


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