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When playing volleyball against the wall, the wall always wins. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that we can’t win every battle. Sometimes we need to lose to be able to win again, to find ourselves again. But that battle is usually the one that stops us all from ever fighting again. Keep fighting, because until we die, we will always have a battle. As we grow older we learn which ones to keep fighting for. Your friends can’t tell you which ones to give up on, and your family can’t quite save you if you fall, for our journey is ours alone. Friends are just there to remind us that we have a shoulder to cry on, a waiting hug, a listening ear.

Notice the tree. The wind will push and pull every leaf. At first they all stay attached, but only the strongest ones will remain. Hold on to your branch, everyone. The wind is simply testing your strength.

Almost everything has a “but.” Be aware of the part before it, but be warned of the part after it. Even those who don’t like surprises will be handed surprises. When you can’t escape it, prepare yourself for it. Just because it’s coming doesn’t mean you can’t attempt to ease the blow.

 

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No one prays about weather as much as Minnesotans do. We live in the land of unpredictability 24/7. You can’t plan ahead anything outdoors without hoping it doesn’t decide to rain or blow everyone away. The weather men aren’t right enough to trust them, yet they are all you’ve got.

Winter usually means the hope of a snow day for schools and the switch of complaining it’s too hot, to being too cold. We had the warmest winter ever(most of us didn’t even call that winter since it only got in the negative degrees once) and people were still complaining that it was cold at 40 degrees. Are you kidding me? That is a blessing of the ages, and still they are unsatisfied. Move to California, cause it ain’t gettin any better folks.

Personally, this is one of my favorite places in the world. I love to travel, but I always come back here. There is nothing more peaceful to me than driving through those familiar one-laned country hills, passing farms with grazing cattle and wives hanging clothes on the line; fishing with my dad by the shore of a lake; and laying in the cool grass after a long day of baling hay.

I’ve realized today how facinated I am with the wind. We never see it like the rain. We only know it’s there because of the branches wobbling like a baby’s arms. We feel it like a soft blanket on our cheeks and hear its presence…but we are blind to its face.

We are as blind to people as we are the wind. We see with eyes of assumption, not of knowledge. We see what we have experience with, not of what we know. Even those we know and love keep secrets as hidden as the wind. The day we start paying attention is the day our sight changes forever.

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