|A view from my veranda|
It’s a beautiful Monday morning. The beginning of another working week. I stood outside my house looking at the eastern sky where the morning sun was struggling to shine through the clouds.
Clouds make the sun more beautiful, more desirable. What is the sky without both the sun and the clouds?
What is life without both joys and sorrows? Without the positive and the negative?
It’s Monday morning and I should like to start the week with all the cheer I can muster. The morning sky, however, warns me that cheer alone cannot make up life. What would Shakespeare’s Othello be without Iago? Imagine Milton’s Paradise Lost without Satan.
Who doesn’t want to be positive, cheerful and good? The problem is life won’t ever give those things alone. There’s no light without darkness.
I welcome this beautiful Monday morning with its sun and the clouds.
I take Nietzsche along with me as I walk into the cloudy morning. He said, “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”