Spring

Spring is in the air, in many senses. A change is about to come. Winter is slowly edging up against spring. Flowers and hope are starting to spring up from the frozen winter ground. Life, politics, jobs, school, etc - always cyclic. The bad before the good. Always believing and hoping that the cold will be followed by a ray of sunshine. The kind that warms your entire being. It's this hope, the dreaming, the belief that a change is upon you that keeps you pushing through those tough times. That's the only option.

Watching the seasons change and knowing it is an analogy to my life. I'm changing, growing, and fighting winter. It's not always easy, but I know it's good for me and if all goes well I will eventually turn into a beautiful flower.