Looking out at the window pane of my office, the rain is pouring, the streets are flooded, and traffic is bad. If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of this season. For no outcry and revolt could change the weather but time.
The weather of life is just the same. We want the bad times to be over the soonest. We want the good times to sustain the longest. But it is arrogant as it is stubborn. It does not follow the pace of your mood. It does not respect the turmoil of your heart.
We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.
Don’t wish for the rain to stop. Instead, go out and welcome the storm and dance to the turmoil of its songs. Don’t pray for the summer to end. Instead, step out and greet the rising sun on the east and be sure to be there when it bids farewell on the west.
And remember – you never cut a tree in winter. Never make a negative decision in low time. Never make your most important decision when the mood is worst. Be patient.
The storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength. No one would have crossed the ocean if they jumped off the ship during the strongest storm.
Don’t pray for summer when its winter. Don’t ask for autumn when its fall. Learn to survive. Live on its means. Love what it has. These are what the weather wants us – to be able to adjust and live the fullness of life even in its most undesirable situation.
For he who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder in winter. He who can sing on the rising of the sun, the same can dance on the rhythm of the rain.