On a whole, temperate climates still feels a little alien to me due to the whole growing-up-in-the-middle-of-the-tropics-for-21-years bit. It’s not to say that I don’t love it. I do. Given the chance, I would stay and feel the changing seasons all my life. Given that, it’s not the reason why I feel lost at the moment.
Despite being on the opposite end of the world, springtime is still a moment to remind us that the old must give way to the new. Moments where our life has to account for something significant in its inevitable push forward. Where I stand right now however, I don’t know.
What I do know is the amount of trials that lay ahead of me, in the near future and in the moments far beyond. If successful, what lies ahead will finally be the moment I both anticipate and fear at the same time. I can only fault my dread and melancholy on the monumental task ahead to achieve my dreams. Ignorance is indeed bliss, especially to the less ambitious and unknowingly lost.
Standing where I am, unable to move forward and back, I am lost in my own plans, where everything new is a shattered image of everything old. What do I now? I have no idea. Not a clue of what awaits me in that fearful monstrosity of my prophecies. No other choice than just to keep going. Until it’s time to stop.
Until the next season of spring.