I have a low tolerance for people who waste my time, which has, in most cases, caused me to be short tempered when it comes to disorganized professors. I'm often enraged while sitting in class, silently exuding negativity while I therapeutically scrawl curse words across my notes. Today, however, I started my absent-minded word doodling with the word "love," practicing the word's formation hundreds of times over. As my professor began raising my blood pressure, I remembered the word I was writing and what it meant - and was calmed. I eventually moved on to "patience," which guided me through the remaining torturous scene.
As I scribbled away, I couldn't help but think about the opportunity this moment presented to me; I had the opportunity to observe my anger and practice soothing it, while also learning to accept and disconnect from the situation.
We can get caught stuck in a rhythm, monotonous and unaware of life - and then identify ourselves with that feeling. I easily become consumed with the negative and feel impatient towards life, always struggling just to keep my head above water. But that's not what life's about. Life is about experience and adventure and growth.
Don't be afraid to be aware of opportunity, and don't be afraid to take it. If you see things as an opportunity, they will be an opportunity.