...for growing out your hair! Inhale the inspiration and write!
Mines were:
1) patience: I learned it is but by long, stoical waiting that I can achieve a goal as meaningful and worthy as having such a great adornment, long hair!
2) love for small things: growing out my hair for the second time, and also having to put up with tiresome slowness of its growth, I've leraned to love and respect every very millimeter of my hair. The attitude has also related to all things I aim my love at: I relish all the wisdom from every paragraph I read, believing a whole book may be hidden in its one sentence; I drink out the excitement from every minute of early, sunny morning; I draw different meanings from every conversation with dear and understanding people; many of whom are you, my friends.
3) long-suffering: the hair-nazis' insults these years of growing out my hair have brought me made me stone-skinned to the scorn of others and more understanding of the true social relationships and society's idolatry of conformism.
4) independence of mind: the cause, but also the fruit of the above-mentioned. Matt B. may recognize I actually quoted his syntagm here.
5) power of hope: by strongly wishing to have long enough hair, I'ver also learned, or at least fortified, my will to hope for other things, not wanting to give up, as long as the way may apparently be.
Approximately, that should do, for now. I may have been a bit sentimental, but I wrote what I felt, ...and I felt excited!
THAT was an astonishingly eloquent post, with a beautifully articulated sense of incremental joy.
Thank you!