Being patient and wasting time are not the same.” At first glance, they may seem alike—both require waiting, both exist in stillness. But the difference lies in the soul’s intent. Patience is a sacred discipline, a quiet strength that trusts the rhythm of life. It is an art of holding space for what is yet to bloom, knowing that every season has its ripening. To be patient is not to be idle—it is to listen deeply to the unfolding of time, to stand firm in faith while the invisible currents work.
Wasting time, however, is a slow erosion of the self. It is the passive surrender to distractions, the avoidance of growth, and the forgetting of life’s finite breath. It lacks presence, it lacks purpose. Where patience prepares the soil and waters the seed, wasting time leaves the garden untended, allowing weeds of regret to flourish.
Patience requires engagement with the present moment, a willingness to act when the hour comes. It whispers, “all in its time.” Wasting time, in contrast, carries no such whisper; it is a silent drift where days dissolve unnoticed.
The challenge lies in discernment—can we distinguish between waiting with awareness and waiting in oblivion? The wise know that to wait well is itself an act of creation. To mistake inertia for patience is to let life’s finest opportunities slip away.