There are times when things seem to go our way, when the energy flows, good things, come, and we feel as though we are being taken by the hand through the universe with kind admiration and support. Good days. Found a parking space, no line for coffee, someone brought donuts kind of days.
And then there are those days where the universe seems set to destroy us, or at the least our spirits. Everything seems to be aimed at obstruction and we struggle with simple tasks. Step-in-a-puddle days. Days where it feels like you are the fly and life is the windshield.
We seem to regularly need reminders to be patient during the dark times, but we fly through the good times, bouncing from one morsel of goods news to the other as though there is no end in sight.
The hard but valuable thing is to remember that we are just grains of sand along a vast beach. The tide comes in and then ebbs, leaving us. But no matter how long the tide's absence feels, it is always temporary, it always returns to bathe us in its salty fresh water.
i think that is one of the great benefits of time...after years of living through these ebbs and flows of life's fortunes, you learn how temporary each state is, how inevitable each next phase is.
