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Everything Will Be OK: A Letter to a Friend

It takes that moment of realization, despite the fear of another storm to see the beauty between the showers. Because beyond the clouds, there is a bright blue sky. Beyond the sleet is a mountain that I have already climbed, that welcomed me to its summit and embraced me as an old friend.

39My condo in Vancouver has a view of the mountains that is beyond belief. They stand across from the harbour like a beacon. I climbed the nearest mountain facing me and now I have a new admiration for it’s height, it’s strength. And perhaps I have a new admiration for my own strength and intrigue to face the mountain and devour each and every antagonizing step.

It has rained every day in the past couple of weeks. Sometimes just a sprinkle, but usually it’s this sleet that regardless if having a very cool umbrella that has a spectacular explosive quality to its opening, I end up damp and miserable with any commute beyond my front door.

Before I moved to Vancouver, practically every person I told of my new Pacific endevour politely replied, “I hope you enjoy rain.”

Truth is, I do like rain. It’s a pensive weather that suits me well when I need the occasional romantic date with myself and my computer at a local coffee shop. Typically I would sit and write, drink over-priced lattes and watch the beads of rain playfully race each other to the window sill.

Occasional rain is delightful, unexpected and a welcome change. Constant rain is something else all together.

I wake morning after morning to a bleak sky and immediately my bleak demenour follows suit. I ask myself frequently how people in Vancouver do it. I ask them and they say, “What? It’s raining? I haven’t noticed.” You haven’t noticed? I notice every drop from every heavy cloud.

Today, however, after a tumultuous night, receiving only a couple hours of sleep before having to be on set for another day as a dutiful background performer, the skies have mercifully cleared. I see blue in the sky for the first time in over a week and the fog sits above the harbour creating the most beautiful garland at the foot of the mountains. It is a delightful sight and my eyes sting for the thankfulness I have for a moment so simple, so natural. This sight is been designed and painted by the gods of the universe simply for my pleasure and admiration.

It takes that moment of realization, despite the fear of another storm to see the beauty between the showers. Because beyond the clouds, there is a bright blue sky. Beyond the sleet is a mountain that I have already climbed, that welcomed me to its summit and embraced me as an old friend.

My love, everything is going to be alright. The fog will clear. And you will meet the new you waiting on the other side. All we are is an accumulation of the experiences we are blessed to have. Give into them and cherish them, despite their pain, and allow yourself the rare and beautiful gift of a life worth living. Be ultimately aware of your potential as a maliable, flexible chameleon, capable of dealing with any storm no matter how long it lasts. Be the god of your own future by fighting your own resistance to change. Give over to your experiences, and listen to the world around you whispering “Everything is going to be ok. You are you. And that’s the best thing you could ever be.”

Find a moment today to breathe, to listen and to trust. This moment will change your life.


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Caleb McMullen

Written by Caleb McMullen

Founder and Editor-in-Chief of TheatreisforSuckers.com

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