On Discipine, Waiting

Of the things aging does to a person there is one that stands out to me: the meaning of waiting evolves through time. 

It used to be a punishment to a child, an instrument of discipline for loving parents. When self-discipline was nowhere to be found, it was necessary for other-discipline to step in. Children hate waiting, and somewhat self-discipline develops from that. 

One would grow eventually with a little bit of independence, and the illusion of control and the thoughtless instant gratifications.

But clearly, not all good things come to those who don't wait. And so, it is then one realizes that waiting might be an option, or maybe -- the only option.

Of the things others talk of waiting, I realized that waiting also means avoidance of the sorrow impatience brings.