Why do we keep waiting for the 'right' weather to go outside?

One year Hodja's neighbors planned a picnic. In spring, too muddy. In summer, too hot. In autumn, dust in the wind, better wait for winter. In winter, obviously, too cold. Five years passed. The neighbors grew old arguing about weather. Hodja, meanwhile, had eaten forty picnics alone under a walnut tree, rain or shine, a blanket over his knees, his donkey chewing whatever grass the season offered. One neighbor finally asked, 'Hodja, how do you always pick the right day?' Hodja said, 'I do not pick the day. I pick my blanket. The blanket handles the day.' This was never about weather. It is about what your pod actually agreed to. Do you meet on a fixed day, or only when the sky approves the plan? A group waiting for consensus from the clouds gets exactly the outside time the clouds allow — which is none, because clouds do not attend meetings.