There is a season for everything, a time for every occupation under heaven:
A time for giving birth, a time for dying; a time for planting, a time for uprooting what has been planted. A time for killing, a time for healing; a time for knocking down, a time for building. A time for tears, a time for laughter; a time for mourning, a time for dancing. A time for throwing stones away, a time for gathering them up; a time for embracing, a time to refrain from embracing. A time for searching, a time for losing; a time for keeping, a time for throwing away. A time for tearing, a time for sewing; a time for keeping silent, a time for speaking. A time for loving, a time for hating; a time for war, a time for peace.
What does a man gain for the efforts that he makes?
It’s true – for everything there is a season and trying to struggle against the seasons doesn’t seem to be very productive as you’re just trying to do something out of time. I don’t think I’m being overly fatalistic nor am I overly superstitious about having a particular time to do certain things. I do feel that there is a time for everything and sometimes we’re not aware of this and try too hard to do otherwise.
Take my current state for example. I’m down with a cold and the nose has been leaking like a faulty tap for the past two days. Throw in coughs and sore throats and you have a recipe for misery. Nobody likes getting sick and I used to fear illness especially when I was training for a particular sporting event. You stop training for at least a week and that sets you back a further week as you have to claw your way back to previous levels of fitness. I’m doing some base training for 2009 now and it’s a little disheartening to be down when I was just ramping up again.
But it’s not so bad. Falling ill is sometimes one’s body telling you to slow down, have some rest and not worry too much about other things. It’s also the body responding to the environment – the season’s changing now and everyone I meet, including the doctor, tells me that I’m just yet another recipient of the ‘seasonal gift’ of the changing weather. I like what another teacher told me over lunch today – falling ill at these times is good as we know that our body is in tune with the seasons.
I’m not sure about it being good to fall ill but I’m taking it in my stride. Naps instead of training can be appealing sometimes as can turning in much earlier than one normally does. Getting to work was a little harder than it normally is – medicine and the general grogginess from sneezing and coughing too much can do that to a person. But who am I to complain – it’s the season to be sneezing and coughing and that’s all right.