Waiting our turn changes our tone.
There is a time when we are shadowed and sheltered because the weather isn't fair enough for us to manifest what we possess deep within. So, billows of clouds accumulate and descend. Even then, however, others sense our presence but not our essence, our capacity to convey transcendence, going beyond what blocks them. Still, our light is yet dim. Yet "dim" must be endured if we want to be assured a place in the sun, which can only happen when our time comes. So many, however, believe that theirs has passed. So they live in the past, punishing their promise and potential, both of which are fundamental if our lives are to be guides for others to follow. If not, we live with circumstances which, metaphorically speaking, are hard to swallow.
