The philosophy of my thoughts

Seasons of hope

I felt the white snowflakes dance in the air before me as the ground got whiter, colder, and icier. I see the glimpse of hope, seasons begin to change completely every year for a fresher and greener start. It struck me that we have the ability to do the same. We can move on, be great and start new.

We can change our rhythm, the colors we paint our ideas and gloss our minds with, the same as the snow covering winter. The rainy autumn, the wishy-washy yet, flowery spring and the hot yet, bright summer.

We can do great, we can be great and we can let go. We let go of fear and see our wings spread wider and greater than ever. We wash our eyes with the sweet rainy water and see the world clearer. We make snow angels in the freezing snow and create memories worth remembering and looking back at to remember where we were and how far we are getting.

We have summer to remind us of the drinks, the laughter, and the springs of joy. The moments, the people, and letting it all just settle in. We have the greatness that we will love and take good care of before it is all gone before our eyes.

-A.S.I