I have learnt patience. My wants, my needs and desires are tempered by hard-won knowledge and painful experience. One can give one's all, without speed. One can be committed, without immediacy. Space only need be occupied as it is given.
Everything has its pace, its own rhythm. This is the nature of life, of interaction and of relationships. Congruency, the bond between, that slow synchronisation of selves brings about a natural heartbeat, guiding if listened to; if respected, a life in itself.
There is time. There is always time.
All or nothing. Fortune and glory.
Patience, dear heartbeat.