Everything is Alright

Snow covers the valleys in winter, flowers in the springtime, and fruits in autumn. Everything is alright.

In times of too much melting snows, the river overflows its banks, floods the valleys and pulls down homes, animals and humans to their deaths. That is its law.

The hawk feeds itself by hunting down defenseless smaller birds. The breeze is refreshing, the frost is cold, and the sultry weather is hot. Everything is alright.

Cattle feed by browsing the pastures; wolves devour the lambs. Birds fly and serpent’s creep. Living beings are born, grow, and die. Swallows arrive in the spring and migrate in the fall. Everything is alright.

To live is to respect the laws of the natural world, not to feel irritation on account of them, it is to go with the flow with glee and tenderness, to allow things to be what they are meant to be, and to allow them to pass your way without forcing them to reroute. This is the secret of peace.

From the book “The Art of Being Happy” by Father Ignacio Larrañaga