Vincent van Gogh, 1888.
As the rain and the gloomy weather finally resigned to the sun, I began to learn – maybe not learn, but make peace with something along this odd path.
I am powerless over controlling the physical – the weather given to us by mother nature, but I hold complete responsibility for the rains, hurricanes, and suns in my head.
It took me a simple couple of days of thunder to renew my appreciation, and a couple weeks of rain for me to start longing for the scorching sun.
The whole point of today isn’t about the weather and my opinions or complaints – it’s about weathering my own feelings and thoughts. It’s quite frankly impossible and foolish to believe that all of them can be bright and sunny, as a lot of them are less than average, less than plain.
It’s okay to have that bad temperature and weather, one way or another.
The key here is to remember that feelings are as fleeting as the weather, and that we experience our individual springs, summers, falls, and the dreaded winters.
There will be a time where all you want and can do is wither, and there will be a time when you sprout and eventually bloom.
Don’t let the broken pieces, failures, and deaths be the only thing that define you. They can shape and chisel a part of you, all right, but don’t let them be the only elements that compose you.
Not every single one of us bloom at our apex; some of us blossom when we hit rock bottom. Just like how some plants bloom when bathed in sunlight, while the others open up only when the moon is present. We tread and run in different routes, and we each take our own time to mature – just like different plant species. Not one is necessarily better than another.
It doesn’t really matter what type you are, and you know that already, but sometimes you simply hope to be another type, to drown in just a little bit more sunlight, and to face less rain.
It never works that way.
There are so many things we have absolutely no control over, so there is no point in worrying about those. So, now I don’t, at least – I try my damn best not to.
Now I sit under the sun (with adequate sunscreen) when the light is out, move towards the shade when it gets too much, and I bring an umbrella and wear my rain boots when it’s pouring outdoors. Instead of fighting the inevitable, we should make peace and blend with it.
There’s no eternal sun; there’s no eternal rain. Think about that when you are feeling just a bit gray, because eventually – and you know this – that everything will be okay.