December 12
Everything suits me that is in accord with you, O world. Nothing is too early for me and nothing too late that comes in due time for you. Everything is fruit to me that your seasons bear, Nature: from you are all things, in you are all things, to you all things go.
Meditations IV,23
Listening mode
Everything suits me that is in accord with you, O world. Nothing is too early for me and nothing too late that comes in due time for you. Everything is fruit to me that your seasons bear, Nature: from you are all things, in you are all things, to you all things go.
Some things you understand only once they're no longer of any use to you. A piece of advice you brushed aside years ago suddenly makes sense, when the situation it was meant for is long over. Your first thought is often: too late.
That word holds two judgments. One states that something has arrived. The other measures that arrival against a schedule that never existed, except in your hindsight. Back then you could hardly have understood those words. You lacked what you have lived through since. So the understanding didn't arrive late. It is made of exactly those years.
Still, the second judgment can't simply be struck out. Sometimes there was someone you could have talked to about it, and that person can no longer be reached. The loss is real, even if the earlier moment is only imagined.
You understand the words fully now. That is exactly why you know whom you would have liked to tell.
