My own impatience

It makes sense now. I've been so unable to be patient with life because of the fact that I want my life to start getting on track. I want to be done with school with these stupid jobs, I want to really start life. To start a career. To start earning real money. To get out into the real world and really see what I am made of. But now I see. It's as if I needed to come to this place where I finally couldn't take it any more and rather than fight my impatience, I needed to harness it. I am waiting for nothing. Only I can start my life. Nothing will be waiting for me at the end of school. The only difference from here and there is two years, a piece of paper, and a few thousand dollars in debt. That is what I have been waiting for? Nothing special there. I understand the importance of that piece of paper. And I understand life is not some existential experience. It is much more complicated than that. But the idea remains the same: life is what I make of it. Life waits for no man. So why should I wait for it?