Seasons come, seasons go. Just like the events in our lives. There are some which we dread to come, and some which we hope would arrive but did not.
We may feel cold on a summer day or feel hot on winter days. But things happen according to their purpose. At times too, things which are not designed to happen, happen because of our own doing. Or, should I say, due to our incompetence and inconsistencies in our judgment. Whether we like it or not, we got to accept it for we could not fight that which already took place.
It might not be that easy to move on, but we are left with only the choice of calling it a day and do better the next time the same opportunity comes (if there is any).
If life had been designed in black and white, living must have been easier. It is the shades of gray that make things a little obscure. At times we say things when we mean the other, and take things that aren’t supposed to be taken in its vague form. Because sometimes we are not great communicators, our words are taken out of context.
It is the abstract that separates the wise from the fool. The teachings of Aesop, Jesus, Buddha, and other great teachers are delivered in fables, anecdotes, and parables. It would take for an ordinary person to walk through the thin pathway of his mind in order to digest every word that these great teachers impart. If one does not give time for reflection, then he lost the chance to properly “see” and thereby apply the lessons supposedly learned.
Thus, it is man’s duty to go out into his wilderness and immerse himself in the wholeness of his being. “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” So it was said. Abstractions may be confusing, but it’s worth the effort.