I've been thinking... I’ve been thinking recently about seasons. How depending on the time of the year, things happen for a reason. The rain goes away. You wear lightweight, light-colored clothing expressing the excitement shared amongst the human race wishing it had the power to control weather doesn’t matter for a while. The colors reflect the newly growing trees, plants, fruits, vegetables, friendships, and relationships. The relationships and friendships that grow closer, the fruits and vegetables that we enjoy, the fields of trees and plants that we run through and feel come out with the sun’s heat. I think about the Sun. The warmth, the golden light, hitting your face and heart bringing you back to nostalgic moments of a comfortable, naïve childhood blissfully and innocently ignorant of any type of darkness. No need to think about it because it doesn’t exist. Then, orange and red blankets the untouched landscapes we would take adventures and long walks through, grow in conversation and have long talks through. Tasting and smelling the ripe fragrance of the season before the color leaves the land. One day it’s warm colors and bliss and the next it’s bitterly gray. If your not an internal organ or thickly covered extremity, your ability to feel is numbed by the cold, harsh reality that you no longer have control over what happens to your ability to feel. You just have to put one foot in front of the other, making an effort to keep the relationships and friendships made throughout the year strong. Tending to the fields that need extra love and attention in this season. I’ve been thinking recently about seasons. I’ve really been thinking about life. How there are times when I see only beauty, glory, and true deep love in this world. When I meet people that show me these things through conversations and adventures. Smelling and seeing new places. Experiencing and feeling new sounds. People are amazing. People are also barbaric and ruthlessly brutal. So many people that I haven’t met. So many places I haven’t seen. So many sounds and smells yet to have been logged in my memory. I guess seasons are more than weather changes. As seasons end and begin, we feel different things than each other. In certain seasons, we meet people who change us, walk with us, grow with us, love us, hurt us, abuse us, and leave us. We experience life vicariously through others, for ourselves and try to understand it all -or at least what we experience. The truth is, life can’t be understood. It can only be. People aren’t that way. Honest people are understood because they don’t lie about who, what, where, or how they are. They just are. Not always accepted, but understood. Honesty truly makes you who you are because it’s hard to be honest in a world with seasons and people always trying to change and confuse us. Honesty never has been easy, but being with people that are truly honest makes seasons and people not only bearable, but enjoyable. I’ve been thinking recently about life. It's not about being accepted. It's about being who we are and choosing life regardless of the seasons or people that show darkness because they haven't seen the light, the life that happens around them. Living in the black instead fighting through the dark, the gray, and experiencing the light. That's life. Fighting through the darkness, the bad, and the rough seasons to see the light, the beauty, the glory and the good. I've been thinking....
