I marched out of the picture.
It remained to be said that I should be investing time into making something out of myself. I had declared war, intending to achieve the means; to find some measure of peace.
As I began to run, time obscured by a bright flash; I was lead to another oblivion. The epiphany; that I was straining toward the wrong objective.
I stopped, laughing to myself that I had supposed to know; exactly where I was going.
Instead I strolled else calmly, committed to the wait.
I remembered the most important thing Teresa had ever said to me; and the humility forced that shuddering little smile, the shiver down the spinal column I’ve come to know so well.
She knew I had long since learned how to endure toward prevalence.
She told me ‘I had to learn to be patient.’