Seasons

Seasons of life ebb and flow. Things change, get confused. Things grow and add beauty. What feels so big at the time, eventually fades with the passage of days. When you look back, memories are shot through with stars and sleepless nights and you wonder... The summer will leave us, and we will be guided into fall. I dont know what will happen then. As I grow older, I have to learn to stop caring about the unknown. The things that I can’t control, cannot control me. That’s difficult, I worry too much about what is thought of me. But I cannot force change where it isn’t welcome. I strive to accept it with open arms. I am not good at it.

Seasons change, and with the inevitable movement of the earth, so we move with it. We are but small creatures, at the mercy of our larger universe. Our personal spheres are so small, but we fill up a world that is so big.

Seasons change, and we must change with them.