Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. Four seasons I cannot forget. I have spent the last 14 years of life on this planet memorizing this sequence.
Summer, the restless, and of course summer break from school. Best season, right? Wrong. Life never ceases to amaze me. Even though I have practically no cares, my family and friends bother me to breaking point. What happened to peace and solitude with my loved one? Where has happiness gone in the past few years? I know not.
Fall, the beginning, and school begins. Another fun-filled year of learning, making new friends and connections. I mean, what happens to a human that can't communicate? I suppose they die. Anyway's, I still like the beginning of anything new. New subjects, things to learn, to expand on my quest for knowledge. I know it seems awkward for someone so young to say, but I like to learn. Here we go on another rollercoaster of emotions and drama...Let the Games begin.
Winter, the harbinger of death. The supposed end of liffe for the year. Nothing like a windy smowstorm to bring upon December 31, the alleged "New Years' Eve" it's still quiet and soothing, so I prefer it to any other time of the year, and since it's the beginning of the next year as well, might as well have fun. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched by a mysterious force in the shadows of this cold.
And finally, Spring, the restorer of life, (And end of the school year...Sort of). I guess the year's showing it's true colors at last, after a long and harsh winter. Every leaf on every tree, every animal in it's burrow, every insect from it's coccoon, will rise up and fill the air with allergens. It's very...Shall I say...Romantic. The nature, the beauty of it, I could merely wallow in it's depth forever. Yet, this time of year must end as usual and as expected, for Summer to take it's place again. I guess it's how everything comes and goes. The beginning of one event signals the end of another, and so on. It brings me to the conclusion that everything that has a beginning has an end, yet also that nothing ever "Begins" or "Ends" really. How can this be? For now, it's is the greatest mystery of life.
My last thoughts; This life is a never ending wonder. I cannot begin to fathom it's depth or it's purpose, but I am proud to be a part of it. Thank the heavens above that I am what I am.
