[I sigh] ‘Patience?’
‘Is there not an easiest and fastest way?’
‘Oh, I’m afraid there is not’.
[I sigh again. Then, I stand by the window and observe the grove of pine trees outside] ‘Like the smallest of trees, I must learn about patience’.
[A hand touches my back, as its owner stands by my side]
‘I know it’s hard, and you want to grow fast. But the path is not just about sorrow. It will bring you lots of fun’.