There's this passage from War and Peace that has stuck with me, where Kutuzov, the old army general tasked to defend his nation against the French, talks about how patience and time are his greatest tools. Instead of launching some drastic attack, he decides to wait and see how things play out, wait for the window of opportunity to become obvious.

In winning a war, a campaign, any effort extended over the long-term, Tolstoy seems to suggest there is almost a surrender to fate that is required, to the way things are meant to go, not imagining the result is entirely in your hands.

It's probably easy to bleed into passivity here, not doing anything to move toward the things I say that I want.

But I also think there is something to knowing that while the wheels of fate must be greased, they also have a way of turning that I cannot affect or change. Somehow predestined.

There's that old saying: "Everything comes in time to he who knows how to wait".

Do I know how to wait? Better yet, am I worthy of my waiting?