The difference is that fortune has no regular seasons. A
winter or summer of fortune can last a day or several years. For some people, it
can even last a lifetime. Talk to those trapped in ghettos or other forms of
poverty by a selfish system designed to favour the rich and privileged.
Several people I know are going through extended periods of circumstantial
or psychological turbulence at the moment, and I’m being oft reminded that
there are no air conditioning units or winter coats to protect us from the
irregular vacillations of fortune. The only protection we have is in the mind, and
some people stand extremes of heat and cold better than others. It appears that
the simpler you’re made, the less you’re affected by those extremes. Complex
beings of keen awareness and high sensitivity can be dragged into depression,
or struck down by one form of death or another. Death can even be literal, as
we know.
So where does this point go from here? It doesn’t; it stops
at the edge of the continental shelf, because beyond it lies an abyss populated
by countless practical, emotional, psychological and spiritual nuances. All I
can suggest is that we be aware of the sensitive souls and be prepared to lend
them a winter coat when they need it, if we’ve got one to spare.
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