As I sit here typing and listening to the rain hit the skylight, I can't help but think of how fleeting storms are. No matter how destructive, they always pass. At the time, mere moments may seem like an eternity. But when the skies clear, the view is always crisp and crystal clear. In life, though rarely welcomed, difficult times are inevitable. No matter how bad things seem, they always get better. Nothing lasts forever; all things end. That truth is reason enough to continue to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving.
When I think of all the times I thought things couldn't get any worse, sometimes they did--but, they always got better (eventually)! In every situation my time and energy was redeemed. Every storm was deliberate and purposeful.
The bonus comes from taking a moment to reflect and learn a lesson. There's always a lesson! Besides, what's the point of having a clear perspective and not seeing anything?