plea

A: what is this world?
H: it is the world of your creation. For you to live in. To change, to create.
A: I have no aim. I feel no drive to do anything. I don't care. What say you?
H: Patience, love. The time still comes.
A: I know, I've heard that often. But... again? I have waited. Can it be faster?
H: The world is as it is. You know that certainly.
A: My mind wants it to be faster. My mind wants an aim. Why not give it to me?
H: Patience (as it wrapped itself around me). Patience.
A: I don't want to. I don't want to do this anymore, can someone else do this for me? I'm tired, I don't care. Can someone else take over? I'll go to sleep, let me be set free, have someone else come into this body.
H: You know it's you. You wanted to come here.
A: (sobbing). I don't want to. Anymore. Please let me out.
H: Patience.
A: How do I bear my time here?
H: Soften your suffering with mantras.