Yes, I Am Impatient I failed my driving test today.
I’m not sad. I’m used to failing.
At this point, failure and I? We’re practically roommates.
And of course, my parents had their diagnosis ready: “You fail everywhere because you’re impatient. You’ll never succeed unless you learn patience.”
What made them think I’m impatient? Well, my daily accounts suggest I know nothing about patience… want me to elaborate? Let me explain
I am a dropper.
Because obviously, repeating the same year — redoing the same syllabus, facing the same pressure, dragging yourself back into the same exam cycle — requires zero patience. Clearly, only impatient people choose to start over while everyone else moves forward.
I wake up every single day to the same routine: self-study, classes, homework, assignments, tests, analysis. Same room, same desk, same books, same teachers. Day after day after day. Repeating chapters, repeating subjects, repeating tests, over and over again. No, that doesn’t need patience at all. That’s just…. Fun?
I take a test every weekend. Doesn’t matter if I score 670+ or below 400, I never skip a single one. But of course — I’m a dropper, so that’s just my duty, not patience.
After every test, I sit down go through every question and analyze them . I even keep a mistake book, writing down all my errors keep track of them so I don’t repeat them. But yes, spending hours reflecting and learning is “impatience.”
Every day, I record my self-study hours with a timer. Just to know how much I actually study, just to add even 5 extra minutes somewhere. This exercise suggested by my teacher helped me increase my study hours from 2–2.5 hours to over 5 hours a day. But obviously, tracking progress and improving yourself is what impatient people do.
I’ve been taking medicines for the last 1.5 years, every single day, without a single gap. But yes, I guess consistency isn’t patience, it’s just… coincidence
I went through 21 days of bleeding without hospital visits or tests, waiting for my body to heal naturally. And let’s not forget my ear — blockage and fluid discharge, with no medical assistance. That was probably me being “in a hurry,” right?
I’ve learned to wait through things people don’t even see.
Pain that doesn’t get checked. Problems that don’t get named.
Just silence — and time surely a perfect impatient person do that
I’ve watched all my friends leave for college, enjoy fests, and move on with life, while I sit in the same room, same books, same teachers, starting over yet again. Add an emotionally unavailable family where I can’t even show an inch of frustration. But yes, clearly, I’m the one who lacks patience.
I failed my driving test today. I’ve faced strict RTO officers, difficult test and nerves, yet I am ready to get back on the bike. And still somewhere that’s impatience too.
Success comes with patience, and sure — the person who lives on repetition, endurance, and silent struggle is impatient. After all, I am a failure, and failure and patience can’t be on the same boat right?
