In the weave of life where fates are spun, Where threads tangle under the indifferent sun, Amid the knots and the unruly fray, Lies a simple truth to guide the way.

Things turn out best for those who see Not a wall, but a door where none would be. Turning leaves in a storm, they stand resolute, Crafting fortunes from the soot.

For the world cares not of our silent pleas, It spins unaware of our decrees. Yet in the chaos, the wise discern Opportunities in the way the winds turn.

They dance in rain, and in shadows find light, In the coldest winters, a fire bright. For those who make the best of the play, Life unfolds in a remarkable way.

So take the clay of the darkest day And mold it with joy, as children at play. For things turn out best, it’s known, For those who blossom from seeds unsown.

March 15, 2024
Crested by 
MarkWaldrop

Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
—Art Linkletter