so delicate. the string of chances to get you here, walking, breathing alive. then to not suffer, to not worry about the things that are going wrong. the things that you lose day to day. to be able to marvel at the simple things and be amazed that all the complex things still come together. how amazing it all is that from time to time it simply comes together.

i think of life from time to time with an analogy of standing on a bridge and the river below is time coming at you. things float down the river towards you, both good and bad, when coming at you the anxiety or anticipation might be build up and when upon you it overcomes you. then, as time passes, more things come down to take its place and the worries and the joys move past you down the river. we can plan for certain things to come towards us, our actions on the bridge help create some of the objects floating towards us. lies, hard work, savings, spending, they all have consequences of the things that will come down and consume us. at times things don’t appear, but for the most part, your dance on the bridge can influence the objects floating down the river.

the rain will come. the winter that has yet to arrive will freeze the flowers and bring about discomfort. the days will shorten, until it ends and spring will come. new leaves, flowers, warmth will then come again. seasons that bring about change but are also quite predictable.

…seasons change and so do we.