I hate patience It’s the worst virtue. Every day I’m waiting. Waiting for death. I do not dream of stuff. I don’t look forward to death. But every day I’m just waiting for death. I have no patience bring it on already. This life sucked. I’m ready for the next. I hope my soul learned something from this life, because a life with multiple sclerosis is grim. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed it. I made splendid memories. Truly I have. But I also can’t wait to have working legs again. It’s been a few decades. And for this I have no patience. So  do I look forward to death? No of course not. I want to live as long as possible. But at the same time, I really hope my next life is better. Because truthfully this one was great, except for the working legs. Minus the multiple sclerosis. Kudos to whoever made this life. I enjoyed playing out the script. But I have no patience. With the words from Ghostbusters 2 I leave you with this, time is but a window. Death is but a doorway. I’ll be back!