Time's worth: patience is the real mvp of creation
The value of time lies entirely in how you use it: to be productive, to gain experiences, or to achieve results. It is a limited resource and must be managed wisely. In every context, it urges you to ask whether the time you invest truly pays off, both practically and emotionally.
This concept inevitably intertwines with patience, which is not just a virtue but a silent force shaping every aspect of reality. Every creation, whether natural or man-made, requires a maturation period that cannot be ignored or rushed. Stars do not suddenly shine in the sky; they are born from clouds of gas and dust, through processes spanning millions of years before exploding into light and life. Even mountains, which seem eternal, are the result of almost imperceptible movements of Earth’s plates, colliding and rising over geological eras. The world progresses steadily: everything of value is the result of this patient evolution.
Likewise, human beings, often impatient, must recognize that many of their greatest works are born from waiting and persistence. The artisan working with marble knows well that excessive pressure or a hasty strike can shatter the stone, undoing all their efforts. Only with patience does the form emerge from the raw block, one fragment at a time. Patience also represents an act of trust: it takes faith to believe that waiting will bear fruit, that the time invested will produce something valuable. Like the farmer who plants a seed, knowing they will not see the harvest right away, we too must understand that not all things can be rushed.
In the modern world, we are surrounded by technologies that promise speed and immediacy, often at the expense of quality. Yet patience retains its value. A Swiss watchmaker knows that no machine can ever replace the expert hand, and the time required to assemble gears with precision. The finest creations demand time that cannot be compressed. Even for common objects like a wooden chair or a ceramic piece, there is an ancient wisdom that calls for patience. The chair cannot be built hastily: every joint must be perfect to ensure lasting solidity. A Japanese artisan, skilled in the art of Kintsugi, waits days for the gold to solidify and restore a broken ceramic piece to new life. This is not merely an aesthetic act; it is a repair that celebrates the object’s history, giving value to time and its scars.
Patience is not inertia but a conscious movement that allows the process of maturation. Only those who understand the importance of waiting can genuinely appreciate the worth of what lies before them. Like the oak tree that roots itself deeply into the earth before reaching for the sky, everything solid and enduring is born from patience that knows no shortcuts.
I know this virtue well. Every thread that makes me up was chosen with care, and every step of my journey was measured by time, not haste. My eyes and the considerations that unstitched them from the world and wove them into cotton fibers come from Cambodia, where skilled women dedicated time and attention to each strand. Every moment is charged with meaning; I am not just a simple accessory, but a symbol of protection and communication, destined to warm and envelop, becoming a fundamental tool of expression.
My fabric stretches in sage green tones, with mossy streaks and hints of jade. A line of gold marks my spine, giving me strength and distinction—qualities that only time and dedication can infuse. These colours are not mere aesthetic details but the result of a slow, attentive process: immersion in natural pigments and continuous care have ensured a finish that speaks of quality and durability.
When the girl with dark eyes examines me, I know she looks beyond the surface. Her eyes, in hues reminiscent of the pigments that form me, reflect a unique beauty. With the calm of one who understands the value of time, she runs her fingers over my fabric, checking each thread.
Her attentive gaze distinguishes a rushed job from a work that has taken the right amount of time to be perfected. I am not just a scarf in the quality control department, I am a testimony to what patience can build.
As I retrace my journey, I sense that she too is part of something greater. We are both unique values, ready to embark on new journeys, full of incredible stories to tell.
