It is a dull, cloudy day, and a sad wind is blowing against me. But is it the wind that is sad, or is it me who is sad? I perceive sadness in the wind, but really the sadness belongs to me. I am viewing the world through my own subjectivity. I remind myself that as I sail through life I can't change the nature or the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails (thoughts) to ensure I reach my destination.
The sun breaks through the clouds.
Life is full of beauty.