Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.” ~ Alfred Polgar
If only we had the means to predict Life’s storms as we can Nature’s.
A vision of what was coming, and how it was building into a maelstrom over deep, dark, raging waters. Where we could track its highs and lows, see what was feeding the furor, and where the destruction was making landfall.
We could prepare for the worst, digging in for the furious onslaught of fear and helplessness, knowing that it would soon abate. Giving way to brighter skies and gentle breezes.
If only we could see that boundary between the storm and calm, and know we would make it through the night.