When we’re waiting for something, waiting is dying. Patience doesn’t want anything. It’s desireless, a divine indifference. We’re invited to learn, develop and purify our patience through a series of ups and downs.
One of the best depictions of hell (that is, a state we create for ourselves) is found in Samuel Beckett’s two-act play Waiting for Godot, during which two men sit under a leafless tree waiting endless days for a man who never shows up.