@1p_rx: How easy it is to sit far from the heart of the wound and say, "Be patient," as if patience doesn't hurt the one who bears it. How easy it is to give advice you don't live by, and to dispense words of stoicism while you are safe. Speaking of patience from a comfortable seat is nothing like speaking of it from the heart of tragedy. The afflicted doesn't hear words as much as they need a hand to hold them when they collapse. Patience is not a word to be spoken; it is a pain that dwells in the bone and does not break. He who drinks the bitterness of betrayal understands the meaning of patience better than all the orators. And he who sleeps with loss knows that the night is longer than all the consolations. Patience is a test of the soul, a test that only he who has entered the fire of calamity alone can understand. Words of comfort are beautiful, but sometimes they are like salt water on an open wound. No one knows the extent of your strength except God, and no one knows the depth of your fall except your own heart. Patience within us is not always a choice, but rather an obligation imposed upon us by life. And whoever says "be patient" has never tasted the bitterness of a burning tear in the middle of the night. Sometimes we don't need someone to remind us of patience, but rather someone to sit beside us in silence. Patience is hiding your tears behind a smile, and letting the pain consume you in silence. It is carrying a storm within you, and showing the world a false calm. It is holding your hand to your heart so that it doesn't collapse.

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