So he sent them each on a mission, in turn, to go and search at a pear tree that was an on distance away.
The 1st son went in the winter, the 2nd in the spring, the 3rd in summer, and the most youthful son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back again, he called them jointly to explain what they had seen.
The 1st son said that the tree was unpleasant, curved, and twisted.
The 2nd son said no – it was coated with green buds and full of promises.
The 3rd son could not agree, he said it was packed with blossoms that smelled fairly sweet and looked so wonderful, it was the most elegant thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was fresh and drooping with fruit, complete of life and fulfillment.
The man then described to his sons that they were all correct, because they had each seen but one time in the tree’s life.
He told them that you cannot decide a tree, or an individual, by only one season, and that the substance of whom they are – and the satisfaction, joy, and love that arrive from that life – can only be calculated at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it’s winter season, you will miss the promise of your spring, the attractiveness of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Don’t judge a life by one challenging season. Don’t let the pain of one season damage the joy of all the rest.