Fluffy Snow & Sun Showers (entry no.17)
May is my favorite month of the year and in a blink of the eye almost half of it is over. I can't believe it will be June in 3 weeks, summer is literally just around the corner. There something special about summer, like the whole world comes alive in the sunshine. Personally, winter is my favorite season but despite that I fully understand the hype that revolves around summer. People think I'm crazy when I say that winter is my favorite, especially when I don't participate in most winter activities like skating or snowboarding. Instead I like to put on my snow pants and sit outside and read. Me and my sister also try to make a snowman every year. Last year two of our friends joined in on our tradition and we went out for warm bowls of soup afterwards.
I love the peacefulness and quiet of the winter, especially those mornings when you wake up and the snow is falling slowly to the ground in big fluffy chunks. I also really like the rain, especially in the summer. Hanging out with friends, being stupid and running around in your t-shirt and shorts while it's raining is the epitome of perfection. To be young, wild, and free. I don't think I could ever live in a place that doesn't have the four seasons, I feel like I would get bored and restless.
That a really ironic statement for me because I have never been a fan of change. But it's different with the seasons because they are a constant and reliable change. You know that fall is going to change to winter, winter is going to turn into spring, spring is going to turn into summer, summer to fall, and the cycle repeats. It's organized change, and as someone who would describe herself as organized chaos, I deeply admire that about the seasons.
There are so few things in life you can completely rely on which makes it so hard to trust and love. I think that's part of the core of imperfect humanity, loving and trusting even though you are scared. Loving and trusting even though you know how badly you could or will get hurt. Some people go through this experience so many times that they simply give up. While part of me understands that, part of me feels sorry for them because although you save yourself from hurt, you also push yourself away from the love and sincerity you so desperately want. Like all things in life there is a balance between protecting yourself and your peace while still giving yourself the opportunity to gain more.
You're still here? Meet me at entry no.18 :)
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