I believe I wrote a few Scribblings ago about my observed law of good chasing bad and vica versa.

This idea tends to taint good times since I am expecting something bad around every corner. Always a few clouds in the sky as it were. I don’t hate it, though. It makes me better prepared for the inevitably of when those clouds roll across the sun.

The storm always hits in the end.

But it also always passes in the end.

Just as good times always end, so must the bad.

The storm always breaks, eventually.

This knowledge makes weathering the storm easier.

Circumstances mean I must cut this short. The storm has just begun, after all.

Thought for the day: There are some things you can only learn in a storm.