Every storm that comes should come to an end

Edited by: Nada Shaheen


“Closer”, he said softly as he gestured with his aged hands, covered with baggy, weary skin and brittle fragile nails. Every wrinkle on his face, every bruise on his skin looked like more proof of the life within him. Contrary to youth, it mirrored the yields of the many years of worldliness. The sparks in his eyes reflected passion, adventure, and serenity. He sat by the fireplace, on a rocking chair, and I, on a petite stool across him.


He said:

“On a staircase of 10 steps to success, 9 steps are mistakes; you learn 9 lessons and achieve one goal. Your climb grants you unsought growth.”


The funny thing about messing up is that it is necessary, especially at an early age. The earlier you fall, the faster you’ll learn; the more you know, the wiser you’ll become.

We often confuse progress with error, with the latter almost always leading to the former. To have been wrong is to know what not to do, where not to go and which door to take, eliminating options along the way.


Knowledge is acquiring power and unleashing the force within you; the more you can push, the further you can go. We learn from the fatal wrongs of others and they learn from ours.

Some successful people say:“A smooth sea never makes a skilled sailor.” So thank any turbulence in your life, thank the hurricanes and the thunder, because once you’re through, you’ll have a story to tell and the narration will make you realize that you have become more dauntless.


“Every storm that comes should come to an end.”

Alfred Nobel’s lab was a birthplace of chaos before it became an innovation. He kept tinkering until he got where he originally decided to be, now funding everyone’s offspring: a series of mistakes, falling perfectly into a convenient success for the humankind.”


We lost the track of time; it was past midnight, he told me it’s time to rest and promised he’ll share many more stories of his “progress”.

I lie in bed that night and I recall that I asked and prayed for more strength than happiness. I thought maybe the storms are how I’m supposed to learn endurance.

The quote rang in my head again.
I wrote it in my little memo board


“Every storm that comes should come to an end.”