Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. Seasons of earth. Phases of life. Did it ever seem, that the tree of winter, almost dead, would blossom back to life, as spring came? It didn’t. It was dead, almost dead, with its leaves gently leaving its body in autumn, and the silence of freezing death looming all around it in winters. But it didn’t give up. It stood there, amidst the freezing cold, patiently. Waiting; hoping; for spring. No one could tell that it had been once full of beautiful green leaves, bearing colorful flowers, and fruits, and that it would be once again. But “if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” The winter was gone, a part of the cycle, and nothing else. Spring came. The dormancy, the uncertainty was gone, and the tree was brimming with life – leaves rustling, birds chirping, flowers galore, the sweet noises. The bright summer. But would the winter never come? It would. Time would ensure that. But the tree would stand, and bear it all, when it comes.
So sometimes everything might seem dark, dead, and all the negatives. But there always lies spring at the end of this winter, light at the end of the tunnel, dawn at the end of this darkness, happiness and peace at the end of the tiring journey. But it’s up to you. Patiently, wait. Hope. Be strong. Never lose faith. Time will work its wonders. Darkness will end. Life will bestow you the glory. It’s up to you, whether you’re willing to believe and not give up.
And smile, amidst it all.