A man in full doesn’t want anything. Or, put another way, he wants what he has; he doesn’t want what he doesn’t have. Men in full are easy to overlook. They’re very quiet.
In the West, we reward ambition. From a Sufi perspective, it’s a disease. Rumi: “All of our suffering results from raw greed and from the desires of the self and its itching palate.”
The hallmark of the human is his desire for continuousness. And his performative grief when that balloon pops.
Impatience is an intolerance of what is spurred by a desire for what isn’t. The man who is chronically impatient lives with the talons of “What’s next?” sunk deep into his upper back.
No swearing. No spitting. Also: Don’t want anything. And don’t fear anything.