Patience Is a Triple Dipped Chocolate Caramel Ice Cream Cone with Sprinkles

I'm hungry for patience.  In fact, starved for it.  I see other people gorging themselves on it every damn day. Standing in never ending lines, allowing the aroma of patience to waft over them like a particular good blend of Jamaican ganga. I so want to have what they're having (not the weed, of course).  But patience is a filet mignon in my world, and I can only afford flank steak.  So for everyday I've struggled on this diet, I imagine devouring a luscious spoonful of patience.  The ability to fend off short-term rewards for long-term results.  But a spoonful of chocolate caramel ice cream with sprinkles sounds a helluva lot better.