until you learn

It's a pretty frustrating thing when you arrive at the laundry, only to see the washing machines ticking down to the final minutes.
You endure it, you sit for awhile and then when it hits zero, you dismay to find that there's no one really coming to clear the machine of their clothes. However, you do notice at the same time that it was wrong of you to expect that.
You whip out your laptop to do your readings, but you can't focus. Something just eludes you. The reason... why would anybody not collect their clothes on time? Isn't it highly plausible that someone may need it right away?

There's something else eluding you, it's yourself. You don't know why you took 10 whole minutes to clear yours out the last time, you don't know why you were so relieved to see there nobody was there, waiting to bring you down.
Now you just don't know why you're so critical. You wonder why you're so blind about yourself.

So you must sit and wait, there is no clue or signal. There is no estimation.

For the time which seems stretching to infinity, you wait, until you learn..

that you are critical not because you're better.
You are because you are fallen.