A Life Among The Seasons

Spring is when I began for, before then, I did not yet know me. Just like a buddling, eager I sprang, bursting with greenery. With warmth, came color, and the promise of longevity. Drunk on the pollen of my nectar I bathed in my self without question and I understood from where I began. I embraced my evolution, the necessity of creationism, and sought the greatest purpose of my seed. And, I focused here, exclusively, until the end of me. Or so I promised. For, in that moment, I was vibrant and life had no perceiveable ending. I just lived, passionately, until suddenly I realized it was Summer.

I guess I should back up really... this is a Quarter. The details .. so easily they ellude me. Conceptually, I was a fetus when spring began, showing the first signs of life and movement. Of course, I don't remember then, but, becoming myself, I can imagine. Life.. life is just a beginning. And, there are so many of them. Beginnings that is. I cherish my life, definitely, but I don't give it too much weight now either. For, just like every beginning, there is an ending, so I've learned to live fully in this middle part. This middle part, this moment, it's beautiful really. How could it be more spectacular? We are already here! Why not embrace it? Why not rejoice in it? Such a simple truth, a mere fact, that truly means the difference between life and death.

See, life is a choice. I am only here because I chose to be here. I chose, in every moment, to continue putting one foot in front of the other. No, it wasn't easy. In fact, it was often incredibly difficult. But, I kept at it. I kept insisting the continuation of my movement forward. I mean that in every respect really. In every situation. I aim to seek opportunity and knowledge because what else is there, really? Knoweldge helps you recognize what is valuable and allows you to gain wisdom from your experiences, especially those disasterous ones.. Opportunity... Opportunity keeps that momentum. It continues your moving forward. Because, every one will one day admit, that doing the same thing every day is boring. It does not present possibility in any aspect so it is no wonder we become stagnant.


..to be continued