Four seasons

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, togo and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The firstson went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer,and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together todescribe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly,bent, and twisted. The second son said no--it was covered with greenbuds and full of promise. The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreedwith all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full oflife and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right,because they had each seen but ONLY one season in the tree's life. He told themthat you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, andthat the essence of who they are--and the pleasure, joy, and love thatcome from that life--can only be measured at the end, when all theseasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of yourspring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.