Purging tears

Sometimes, it is a lot more difficult to let your tears out than holding them back. It takes a certain type of courage to accept the fact that you want to cry, despite wanting to tell everyone, even yourself that you don't feel like shedding your tears. Remember that heavy feeling in the chest that lasts the entire time that you try to hold your tears back? More importantly, remember the lightness inside after having opened the gates of the dam inside? It feels like floating on water.

Patience is surely a virtue. But how do you know of the exact duration of time that you need to wait before doing what you've been so patiently waiting to do?
Or is it that if you have waited far too long, it's better to not do what you thought you want to do? Because if you really, REALLY wanted to do something, you'd already have done the needful. Or so I feel. As in most cases, I don't know.
I know that I'm going to go off on a tangent, but my problem behaves like a rabbit.
The moment I come in sight, the rabbit tries to hide. It goes and stands behind the first thing in sight. But therein lies the problem. More than a hidden rabbit, my problem looks more like this....

A turkey hiding under a lampshade.

 Actually,  more than a turkey hiding under a lampshade, my problem looks more like an elephant in the room. Look like a I have a zoo right in front of me. Phew! So much for English's love for animals.
And since there is nothing going on mano-a-mano between the problem I am confronted with, and myself, it looks easier to ignore the entire situation, specially since it is a rabbit I'm dealing with, and not an elephant hurtling toward me. But doing so makes me feel like an ostrich burying its face into the ground.

For sake of illustration

And I wonder why I worry about stuff that shouldn't get me one bit perturbed in the first place. Another thing I'm wondering is if anything that I wrote so far, makes any worldly sense. I think not. And how, lack of comprehension can be a life saver!