Patience is passion. And passion is patience.
When I drive, I don't want to tailgate (yeah, lady in the blue Volvo, I'm talking to you). If I need to pass someone, I'm going to be patient. See the hole, take it. If it's not there, I don't force it
I move with the rhythm of the river of cars.
Until my moment comes.
Namaste
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