Driving a Jeep with the top off for the summer has advantages. One of the advantages is that I get to sense of the seasons... They are changing. Soon it will be fall: the clash of football pads will be felt everywhere but Eugene where they are too wimpy to really hit each other (but that is another story altogether) and school will be back in session and before you know it Halloween will be here.
Sometime soon, I'll have to put the top back on my Jeep, start wearing sweatshirts and dust off the umbrella. It won't be long after that I'll have to put on a coat and it will be dark at 4 pm and I'll be cold rather than hot, wet rather than chapped. After those dark days the sun will break out again and flowers will start to bloom and then it will be summer again.
There is a rhythm to our lives. There is a time for everything. I was also thinking about how many people have all the gifts I have (more than me actually); they are better looking, smarter, more charismatic, with their own set of dreams and hopes for the future. How many of us will end up disappointed because we don't simply do the next right thing? How many of our dreams will be shattered because our weaknesses outlast our strengths. How many of us will be just another number in a society that values numbers more than individuals? How many of us are simply full of potential but it has little hope of being realized? How many of us will wake up someday feeling let down by life and not know how to cope with our own sense of failure, when really all it is another season to be lived through, another vista or valley along this journey we all take together?
I don't know but the weather is making me ask the question...
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