something i’ve been thinking about for the last couple of days is that no matter how long it feels like the winter drags out…no matter how cold and dark it gets, spring and summer always come again. there is always rebirth and growth.
i think the same is true for our lives…we go through the same seasonal ups and downs, and no matter how cold and dark our life feels, there is a promise of spring on the horizon. now the timing of course is a little different…there aren’t three perfect months for every season, but spring and summer will come again. we will come back to life.
currently watching: moulin rouge.