Ink SpillThe wisdom of seasons.
We humans are creatures of novelty, we do not like to remain in a state of constant, even if blissful.
We strive for change, but once that change arrives, you yearn for the next.
If the earth was a season of one, man would’ve died of depression.
It is the seasons that call for reflection, that even if the land has dried and the leaves have fallen, with time, life can bloom again.
A call for renewal, a reminder that nothing is permanent except thee permanent. What you are going through is just a season, and all seasons must come to an end.
So whether you’re in a high or you’re in a low, remember that the tides will change and the wind will eventually blow in a different direction.