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12/05/2003: "Waiting It Out"

The best thing about the storm so far is that leaves me that much closer to its end; the best thing about winter is that, having started, it is aiming inevitably towards its close. The snow nearly stopped for a few minutes, but went back into action just in time for me to start driving. Now I'm home, thinking about what it means to be patient. You can't be patient for what you already have, you can only be patient for what is to come. It makes no sense to patiently await what can never be, but only what is possible. And we are not patient for what we detest but what we desire. Maybe these are platitudes, almost tautologies, but they serve to uncover in a commonplace virtue its deep connection to another, to hope, to the convincement that there is some good which we have some reason to expect and to seek. "If you do not hope, you will not find out what is beyond your hopes."