These things take time

Over the past 2 years, I have rather become a workaholic. Energy drinks, upon energy drinks, have been keeping me on the grind late into the night and sometimes till sunrise. "What am I working on?" you may ask. Well, that's a story for another day, lol.

One Saturday afternoon, after much work, as I was driving, I experienced a battery failure, and my uncle came to tow me home. I was not happy and became very frustrated as the entire process took so much of my time, which I would have spent doing something productive. We arrived home, and as I was removing items from the car, I knocked my head on the rear door frame. It hurt so bad that I held my head, and my uncle, who was standing by, heard the bang and came to comfort me. "Son, why are you in such a hurry with everything?" he asked. I sunk into the back seat and began to cry, not because of the pain in my head, but because I felt like a complete failure. Everything I have worked on to this point has not produced any results. Things took so much time, and I was burning money pouring into a business I believed in. Down to my last dollar, and that was it. I went straight to bed, and the weeping did not stop. I cried and cried my soul out. What am I doing wrong? Why does it seem so impossible to break through after more than 2 years of hard work?

I will answer this question in a few with another story to bring it home.

A friend recently took me out. We had a good conversation, and afterwards, he walked me to the parking lot and asked me to guess which was his new car. Afterwards, he pressed a button, and a luxury car unlocked in front of me. My eyes popped wide open, and I genuinely began to celebrate him for his achievement. I mean, he has really worked hard for this and deserves every bit of his new car and much more. He drove and I sat there as a co-pilot in this beast of a machine, "Respect the Beama". There were so many buttons and lights around me, and I smiled like a little kid in a candy room. 

That night I sat outside drinking some coffee, staring down at the city lights, which has become my form of meditation. I thought to myself, when will it be my time? When will I see the fruits of my labour? It was dead quiet, and as a whisper, a thought came to my mind, “These Things Take Time”. I felt so much relief as I sat there softly saying those words. A weight was lifted from my shoulders.

Just because things are taking longer than you expect, it does not mean that your dreams are dead and unachievable. Some dreams take more time to materialise, therefore do not chuck them. You should be happy that good things take time because you are not just building something to come and go on a whim. Rome was not built in a day; I know it is a cliché, but know this: Your vision and your dreams will take time, and I pray that you will be steadfast until they materialise. If it is important to you, if it is meaningful, it is truly worth the hard work and wait because; - THESE THINGS TAKE TIME -