A poem by someone who used to make speeches
There is a time and a place for everything that happens in this world.
A time to begin and a time to end.
A time for planting seeds and a time for pulling up weeds.
There is a time to cry, to laugh, to be sad and a time to dance.
There is a time to collect things together and a time to spread them out.
There is a time to share a hug and a time to hold back.
There is a time for finding and for losing; a time to keep things and a time to give them away.
There is a time for tearing and a time for mending; a time of speaking and a time of silence.
There is a time for love, and hate, and war and peace.
(based loosely on Ecclesiastes chapter 3, verses 1 to 8)
Nothing lasts for ever – not good things, nor bad things. When the good things happen, enjoy them. When the bad things happen remember that they won’t last for ever and look for the next good things.