In the spring it is hard to feel sad. The weather suits us, the flowers bloom and overall a sense of satisfaction seeps into things. It’s not that things don’t go wrong, but if the weather suits the medicine is easier to take. The weather changes along with our moods, day brings different feelings then night and change carries on regardless. This present moment we speak of is impossible to describe, but like the spring it comes and a centered calmness can arrive for some. 

But for others, no seasons bring reprieve. For we don’t see things for what they are, we see things for what we are. This is why no matter what is happening, sadness and despair can spring like a gusher and pull any of us apart, but this also is a blessing for within certain states happiness can also be derived. Serenity can be stumbled upon in some of the most unsettling of circumstances and a perfect serene and content life can tear many of us apart. A constant bit of push and pulling seems to be at play, a biological puppet we all are, spinning as fast as the atoms that makes us up. And we have this moment to witness it, to partake in it and to seemingly react to it. 

Processing at a faster and faster speed our world seems to be heaving with a whirlwind of activity. The internet becomes infinity denser but the bots searching through it all are getting better and better at scanning it all. But I am slowing down, no longer the person of yesterday, I see the spring seasons coming to a close. All the trees have their time, it’s great this way, it makes way for others to grow. Behind us are all sorts of people and emotions and times that are not for us, just like the ones that came before. We are now. And that is enough.