There are four, three or two seasons in a year depending on where in the world you happen to live. The seasons of the year are non-negotiable. You have no autonomy over the seasons; they come and go with accurate sequence.
Sometimes I wish it was possible to choose my seasons, I will probably choose to have 2 summers, springs and autumn. The truth is we can’t chose the seasons or rearrange the sequence. What we choose is what we do in the season.
While the human life may not particularly fall into four, three or two seasons that come and go annually, our lives are still lived in seasons. Some seasons in our lives only come once while like the swigging of a pendulum, others come and go all through life.
The farmer plans in winter, sows in spring, sweats all through summer to reap in autumn. Like a seasoned farmer, though we don’t choose the seasons of our lives, we must choose the right activities for each season.
There’s a time when all you can probably do about certain situation is plan; if it could affect your performance, no detail is insignificant. After planning, you must plough and plant at the break of spring. Don’t miss your season.
Don’t complain about your season, it’s all you’ve got; cooperate with it. Be industrious, find your enthusiasm, surround yourself with good and loyal friends, be patient but be true to yourself and have faith.
Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, Bearing seed for sowing, Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, Bringing his sheaves with him. Psalm 126:5-6