waiting is a wonderful thing

Waiting is a wonderful thing, some chef on No Reservations said to Anthony Bourdain.

"Waiting for a woman's love. Waiting in line. Patience is good. It brings wonderful things..." he said, something like that.

That struck me. Waiting is a wonderful thing. Patience does in fact bring forth good things, because usually when you wait, you are waiting for something you look forward to. You seldomly wait for the tragedy, the accident. You don't wait for someone to abandon you, for a car crash, for cancer. You wait for the UPS delivery, for the new season of Amazing Race, for the Madonna concert, for that phone call or email from someone you really want to hear from, for love, for the weekend, for the iPhone, for the Dark Knight, for the rebate check, for Christmas, for the cake in the oven, for the pimple to heal, for retirement, for the sun, for vacation, for a cure. Even when you wait for death, it's because death in that case is perceived as a relief to the suffering.

So at the end of all that waiting, all that hard-earned patience and zen, is always something good.

I have been waiting, for a long time, for all my life really. But yet, I never recognized it as something good. I always thought waiting stood between me and my wants and desires, when in fact, waiting is simply a path to all the rewards. When you wait, you are walking a path towards the light. How's that for profound?