Seasons of life.
I think everything in life is seasonal, just like the year. We all have our seasons, both inner and external ones. Some are more frequent, some less. Some more regular ones, and some that we can’t predict at all.
I’ve been feeling them a lot lately, and people around me have been a lot more aware about them as well. Both mine, theirs and the ones we can see in society.
There are a couple of principles that seasons seem to follow. I think they’re important to point out and remember right now more than often.
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Seasons come and they go.
They’re never permanent, although they might feel like they last forever. Not even the summers in Westeros last forever. It’s important to remember both that winter is coming, as well as it’ll go again.
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Seasons are inevitable.
At least where you have seasons. The seasons don’t care about your opinion of them, they’ll roll right over you. There’s comfort in knowing that however brief, however quick, they’ll be there for you.
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Seasons can be identified.
Whether we’re talking about spring, your period or an internal season of a mood, there are things to identify them by. It might not always be easy or obvious, bet there are identifiers for us to know what season is coming.
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Seasons are a lot easier to follow than to go against.
I’ve tried denying spring for a bunch of years, mainly due to my pollen allergy. I’ve also tried reading when I’m in an internal season of not coping with any non-essential input of information. It’s simply easier not to fight them.
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The bottom line for me is to be aware enough to identify your own inner seasons. My life has been a lot easier when I’ve managed to do it for myself. And then to move beyond oneself to realise what seasons are in play around me.