I have a rose bush, given me at Christmas time by my wife, that has one bud on it. It’s a hundred and sixty year old variety of bourbon rose called Mme Isaac Pereire. I’ve never seen it bloom before, because I recently received it. I’m waiting eagerly for the day it will open. Away from the plant I felt joy at the knowledge that within a few days it will blossom forth, fresh, new, and beautiful. It will be worth the wait. Waiting is anathema to the modern man; that’s so true it sounds cliché to even say, yet half the joy is in the anticipation. To wait for something gives it added value, because of the natural time preference inherent in humans. Take time for something worth having. Plan a vision, make it wonderful in your mind’s eye, then move towards it. Discouragements and setbacks are okay, because deadlines do not matter to beauty. All that is beautiful is part of God, so go make something lovely, but be forewarned, it will take a lifetime.
Reflective Wanderer 