Just like the changing of the seasons, so does your life. Everything comes and goes, and the timing of life is so unpredictable. I want to believe that everything happens for a reason, as I have always believed in the phrase, "What's best is yet to come"; yet it's hard to move forward when you think about the potential outcomes of different situations if you only have done something differently. I am the outcome of every change, and every change was entirely from the hypocrisy of the idea of love. The idea of love seems daunting, as love can be found in every little thing. Love is something I think makes up everything in life. The love of friends, family, nature. The love of being in someone's presence, the love of laughter among friends, the love of being immersed in something new. Everything conspires with love. As love is also found in hatred, grief, and sadness. It isn't the lack or loss of love that creates these, but the idea of having so much love with no place to go. There is so much love within the changes of the seasons, from the growth to the unescapable fall. What is rooted in love is bound to fall. Just like April showers bring May flowers, and the fall of leaves to prepare for a cold winter... Love coats you in so much warmth until it's all you can remember, even when it's fleeting or gone. Just like the seasons change, sometimes all you can look forward to is the potential of what is yet to come.
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