It wasn’t until recently I began to appreciate a little mystery in life. Until now, my life has been like the child who can’t wait to open presents on Christmas, and pushing to open them early, instead of savoring the wait. How many times have I been told “It’s not the destination, but the journey that important,” and yet it never sank in. The need to know was too great; patience was relegated to the bottom of my priorities. Never did I think that my full appreciation of the thing I was waiting for would be the trade for instant gratification. I guess that’s what it really comes down too. Instant gratification that is somewhat fulfilling versus prolonged gratification that’s totally satisfying. In retrospect it’s easy to see that the latter is more efficient, and better. Why enter an endless cycle of events that always frustrate when there is something totally rewarding available? Once again, it comes down to patience. And a developed appreciation for a good mystery.