When we are in the midst of a chaotic maelstrom of stress, our body's senses are terribly keen, armed as they are by the flooding wash of adrenalin. Our perception of time warps and seconds feel like hours. Waiting for resolution is an excruciating burden.
Indeed, it seems as if the painful darkness might never end. Our efforts to bring about change feel futile. Hope, that delicate creature, shrinks back into its shell. We struggle to remember a time when all was normal.
And yet, and yet! Once months have inexorably swept past, and we reflect upon the time that was, the darkness seems more grey than black. Those endless days are revealed to be little more than a brief storm in an otherwise calm sea.
We are built to remember the extremes of life: rejoicing in the high points, and left to be swallowed up by the low. But this is a biased view. The sea has little highs and lows as the tide goes in and out and this is most of its life. Occasionally there are storms with huge waves, but these pass, letting the sun shine through, and the tides return to normal. So too with our lives.
So the next time you're wondering how to continue through the terrible, all-encompassing storm, remember that it wasn't always this way, and it won't always continue to be this way. The tides will return to normal
The days are long, but the years are short.
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