When I was growing up, my siblings and I were taught that patience is a virtue. Then, my mom used to tell me that I had the patience of a saint. Unfortunately, I think it was her way of saying I was a pushover. As I grow older, there are some areas of my life where I have little to no patience and other areas where it seems my patience is limitless. Is it patience, apathy or something else? What do you think?
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