I find it interesting the way our lives tend to fluctuate from positives to negatives then back. It’s always a continuous cycle, a roller coaster, a changing of seasons. Sometimes we get caught up in the very fabric of a wave broken beaches in our lives. It seems that nothing could take us away from the beauty of the sunset, fresh air and the sand on our feet. Then suddenly it’s gone. We are miles away in a whole new scenery. Sometimes to a cold snow covered land where it seems as though we will never be able to feel warmth again. We struggle. Sometimes to an autumn color scape of change were we aren’t sure what to expect of the trees. Sometimes to a spring, where the greens peak out around us and bring hope to our souls. I think that too often we forget to really appreciate the beauty of each of the seasons that life brings us.
Being an optimist is hard to do sometimes, especially in the winters of our lives. It hurts when we are pulled so fast from what we are used to, what we love. I have recently fallen into a winter, my girlfriend decided that being with me, a transplant patient would be too hard. I am going to enjoy the snow. I know that no matter what that there has never been a winter season that stayed. Even the ice age finally broke. Spring will come and warmth will reveal colors that I can only imagine. Spring never fails to surprise me. So for now I am putting on my mittens and coat. I am going to make a snow fort.
I forgot how articulate you were, though being an entire composition of metaphor, I understood exactly what you're trying to say. I'm so glad your playing in the snow instead of hiding from it, what I often do- too scared to face it. You're such an example to me and many others. Thank You
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