Patience is a virtue. That, I have learned over the years. However, I occasionally forget about that and am left in a conundrum full of anxiety and despair. How could I keep waiting and waiting when time seems to fly? How can I not wait if every second of said wait is valuable, even if it seems so insignificant?

And thus I'm left with a dilemma. Should I keep waiting? Should I let go? Is it worth the wait? Is it worth the worry?