Turn Turn Turn

There is a time for everything,
and a season (Turn turn turn?) for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace. - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)

Are you singing the Byrds yet, because I am.
I have to keep this in mind--there is a season, a purpose to everything, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to be silent and a time to speak--and what season is this? This awkward season, suspended between realization and expectation; between daydreams and wide-eyed reality. I have to keep in mind that the things that happen and change have a purpose--not just random actions and reactions, but a true worthiness and meaning.
If not I may go mad.
To everything...