Activity + Haste
When one is in a hurry, being still and staying put can be a trial, particularly for the nerves. Too often there is a predisposition for movement of any kind, as if mere activity could be taken as remedy. Yet there are times were action proves futile and bustle but adds to delay.
A flustered young dark man stood among the scattered group of individuals waiting at the bus station, pacing. His impatient steps gradually edged him from the front to the back of the stop. Then mysteriously, he disappeared from sight.
Scarcely three minutes later, the crowd hailed the and gratefully boarded. It rumbled towards the next stop five hundred metres away, picking up waiting people. Just as the bus pulled way, a young dark man appeared, dashing across an overhead bridge and rushing up to retreating stop.
He ran alongside the moving bus, knocking frantically at the doors. The driver reluctantly stopped for that man, loudly chiding his tardiness. Passengers politely turned their gazes elsewhere to save him further embarrassment as he sheepishly took his seat.
Who was he? It was the same man who paced the first stop. In impatience, he thought it more efficient to walk to the next stop instead of waiting. Yet it ended with delay, a driver’s displeasure and the real possibility of missing the bus entirely.
Doubtless such scenes are replayed elsewhere, perhaps even in our lives. They speak of the virtue of patience.