This is hope.
The endurance and the struggle. The belief that there is something that makes everything that is not presently good worth it. The silent voice that tells you to perservere because if you give up now, you're going to regret it. If you turn around and walk away, you'll never have seen what might have been yours just around the corner.
This is Spring.
The fortitude and the perseverance. The capacity to create, life from death. The willpower to fuel the courage against the hardships that the world inflicts. The softly hummed melody that invigorates the fallen to rise up and embrace that same world again, because the darkness that was lasts only as long as you allow it.
When the world gives us the template to understand the dynamics of nature, how can we turn away and refuse to comprehend? For each leaf that had fallen, a new leaf is restored. For every seed buried, an entire tree grows tall. When the world itself gets buried under the hard and frozen ice, it endures patiently. There is a vitality and a will that spreads through the roots of barren trees, and seeps into the branches to the twigs, and flourishes.
Why do we then give up so easily and let go so soon of the things that should endure? And hold on tight to the poisons that should be dispelled? Why do we give up hope when all it takes it the belief that one day it will be worth it.
Because we don't understand that it is. It will be. The darkest days and coldest winds restore faith in the goodness of sunshine. If we can look forward to the brighter days, it is only because we appreciate it because of our experience without. If we can learn to love the good, it is because we have known the bad. Duality exists for our own survival, and when we come to understand that, we realize the days we celebrate, we only do so because we have moved beyond days that we have cried.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
