In my previous posting I mentioned my fascination with the concept of time and place—that being in the right or wrong place, at the right or wrong time can result in events and experiences both great and small, both good and bad. Imagine all the automobile accidents we’ve escaped simply because we were seconds early or ten feet behind.
Think about all the elements that go into our being at some place at some time. Places we have to go, times we have to meet; how we get to where we have to be, and what kinds of things interfere with the process. Yeah, I know, I gotta get a life. But I have one in the here and now. It has been many places at many times and has done many things. And now its pace is slower, the events fewer and the time less critical.
Today I found myself being short with my wife. I regretted my reaction. I was frustrated with her forgetting something we had discussed several times…but that is a circumstance of age and something with which I need to be more patient. And there it is—patience—an element of time. How long do any of us tolerate something that is not happening at the level or span of time that we want it to? How severe is our reaction? Are we more tolerant of some events, some people, or some circumstances than we are of others. Sure we are.
And what about time? Not only the time that we have to wait for something, but where we are in time—our age. I have found the older I get the less patient I seem to be. Is that because I am just tired of waiting, or because I know time is running out?
And what about place? Would I have been more patient with my wife today if we were not alone. If we were in line at the supermarket would I have been as openly annoyed with her memory loss? I think not…I know not. My tolerance was at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Otherwise, I would have been more patient. Hmm, time and place.