I got it!! I finally found a question that was fitting for me to ask, that had no answer. There is literally no answer for my question. Cannot be found in any text, any databases, or any historic archives. Go ahead, try to give me the best possible answer you got....
What if I am too patient?
In dealing with people and situations, what if I am too patient? What if I give so much of myself and receive none in return? Is that even wrong? Should I just do what I have to do, be patient and right for myself, and not worry about what someone else is going to do?
Is there ever a limit to the amount of patience one should have?
I know that it is written in the bible, to have patience and to be patient. I am also well aware that it is morally right to be a patient person. Not only that, but it makes life, and relationships with people, a heck of a lot easier. But is there ever a limit? Is there a point that could be reached, where it is acceptable to have a lacking in total patience? Okay, allow me to attempt to dissect my thoughts, and put them into logical layman's terms. So, according to the bible, I see that there is no limit to patience, nor should it really be questioned. Simple as it says, just be patient. Morally acceptable limit...I am unsure if there is one. I mean, patience IS noted as a virtue. So what am I supposed to do when I have reached my boiling point? Am I just supposed to challenge myself, push on, and fight with all possible patience? Is it something that I will forever be able to do, because I trust in God. I know that I have had plenty of help from God. My entire life I have dealt with things that were obviously impossible to tackle, without the help from God. So is it that simple?
Here is where this thought stems from:
Another thing I have pondered about recently is why I moved home from Tallahassee, and transferred schools in the first place. I know that I may have made a smart decision scholastically and morally, but what about for myself otherwise? Well, I came back to do better in school and get the degree I wanted (only a final year left...success). Everything seems to be working out. I got a job right away [and have two now]. I began an incredible relationship with someone that I can confidently see myself spending some time with [ ;) ]. Things are great! But then the living situation...
I moved back home. In with the family, that loves me oh so much. (I say that in jest, but I know they actually have love for me. Just lacking in their expression at times.) It started off fine. I was working daily, and they were paying me no mind. Then it must have set in. They realized that I will be living with them permanently. I soon got sick of it. After my first year back at home, I came to find out that there is a bit of a standard favoritism in the house. As well as a little power control aspect of the flow of the household. I slowly migrated to hours spent inside the confines of my own room, daily. This routine eventually grew on me. I was perplexed as to how this was going to work. So it was decided that I was going to make an attempt to move out. Nearly six months later, and I'm still here at home.
I just don't know what it is. I can't really see why. I know I was led to come home for a reason. I felt it in my heart. And it weighed heavy, as I mustered up some strength to finish up my last semester at FSU. So here I am, sitting here, wondering why I came home. I can see the positives (obviously stated, in the previous paragraph). But why does this negative of living in the house bring me down so much? The other issues of school, work, and my personal life were easily taken care of. I constantly ask myself, why do I have to go through this? What am I learning by this? God, what are you teaching me here?
Maybe it's just patience.
As an aside, a recent thought that has been resonating in my mind:
I am extremely envious of my brother's relationship. Every time I hear them talk. Every time I see them interact. Sometimes I just wish that it was that easy in my relationship. It's okay...I'm patient.