I always started in the storm
I always fixed the leaks during the storm. Maybe because on sunny days I always rested.
It's what always happens to us in life in the end: we rest, convinced that the signals reaching us only want to alarm and stress us, and then we find ourselves proven wrong by the facts. It would have been better to fix things in good weather instead of during the storm.
We are good at understanding tomorrow's weather by looking at the sky, and we are also good at deciding what to wear according to the weather. We are less good at deciding when we should actually do it: move, speak, react, solve.
I think it's a kind of laziness mixed with the wish not to get our hands "dirty". That condition which then doesn't just get your hands dirty, but everything, from head to toe, clothes included.
It's our way of dealing with things. It's our wish to wait. It's a laxity that makes us do things at the last minute. It's our condemnation, but one from which change is possible.
I don't know why, but the first real thing that comes to mind is that all this is closely related to the typical relationship between a couple.
To this day I haven't met a couple that hasn't come to the so-called breaking point.
We choose each other for pleasure, we marry out of enthusiasm, we live out of habit, we break up out of boredom.
I won't tell you about my misadventures, but I did have a victory in my life after the many storms that passed over my head and pushed me outside to repair those cracks. I assure you I got soaked through, I got sick, I got hurt, I suffered, I was in pain, but... Today I have learned.
I learned that I was tying my rope around the wrong person, that my rope had a noose at the end that I was tightening around my own neck. I always ended up choking until I let go; I gave up the idea of tying myself to someone or something that could make me rejoice when instead it brought me suffering.
I took my rope and threw it to the sky.
It stayed there, taut as if held in a strong grip, but at the same time soft and free to move. I was convinced it had got caught, but instead it was held firmly by whoever was holding it tight. In fact, before throwing it, I cried out to the sky, saying that if I had to tie that rope to something, that something had to be heading in the same direction as my life, my choices, like two wheels of a train joined by the same axle on strong tracks pointed towards the destination.
Three years passed after that cry; for three years that rope stayed stretched towards the sky, but in the third year the sky presented me with a third rope, taut but at the same time soft, coming down from the sky and tied to a woman. Gorgeous, perhaps even too much for me, but that woman had cried out the same cry to the sky; she too had found herself in my same situation "with the sky".
That Head had tied our ropes to Himself, making a three-stranded knot. That Head of love did not get that knot wrong; so far it is firm, tightly tied and destined for eternity.
That cry in the storm and that rope thrown to the sky gave me back a good example of life. Precisely thanks to those storms, I understood where to tie the end of my rope properly, and certainly not around another human being.
TODAY I live in calm. In this today I move in serenity, to be ready for the storms that never fail to come.
I am no longer tied to the wrong point; I am anchored to something strong that holds me close to Itself and keeps me tightly bound to her.
I found happiness in knowledge, and knowledge no longer caused me suffering.
Today, yes, I am happy and free, even in the middle of storms.
Inspired by the verse:
Ecclesiastes 4:12
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.