The Hitavada - - THE OPINION PAGE -

THERE was a man who had four sons. He de­cided to send them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great dis­tance away. The first son went in the win­ter, the sec­ond in the spring, the third in sum­mer, and the last in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them to­gether to de­scribe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The sec­ond son said no - it was cov­ered with green buds and full of prom­ise. The third son dis­agreed, he said it was laden with blos­soms that smelled so sweet and looked so beau­ti­ful. The last son dis­agreed with them all, say­ing it was ripe and droop­ing with fruit, full of life and ful­fil­ment.

The man then ex­plained to his sons that they were all cor­rect, be­cause they had each seen but one sea­son in the tree’s life. He told them that you can­not judge a tree, or a per­son, by only one sea­son, and that the essence of who they are and the plea­sure, joy, and love that come from that life - can only be mea­sured at the end, when all the sea­sons are up.

If you give up when it’s win­ter, you will miss the prom­ise of your spring, the beauty of your sum­mer, ful­fil­ment of your fall. Don’t judge a life by one dif­fi­cult sea­son. Don’t let the pain of one sea­son de­stroy the joy of all the rest.

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