Being an artist means not numbering and counting but ripening like a tree, which does not force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of Spring, not afraid that afterward Summer may not come. It does come. But, it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life. Learn it with pain. I am grateful for patience is everything.
– Rainer Maria Rilke