Patience is not my strong point. I used to secretly sneak peaks at the presents under the tree, carefully pealing back the tape just so I could get a glimpse of the side of the box inside. Silly the lengths I would go to satiate the momentary desire, only to ruin the surprise…
I said to my soul, be still,
and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing;
there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope
are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought,
for you are not ready for thought;
So the darkness shall be the light,
and the stillness the dancing.
-TS Eliot, The Four Quartets