Seasons Change

It is the coldest November day in Melbourne in five years... rain, hail, strong gusts of wind, it is like winter all over again. And I do not wonder why, I no longer question why. I have gotten used to the ever-changing seasons and temperature in this place I now call home, as I have gotten so used to the changes in our lives brought about by events and situations both controllable and uncontrollable, stirred by our personal experiences, thoughts, and beliefs - or those of another's. Sometimes they are easy to cope with or even bear, sometimes they form part of our lives' struggles, a lot of times we were the ones who evoked them. Someone once said that change happens not without inconvenience, and it is very true. Whatever resistance ultimately is won over by what needs to be. We deal with all sorts of them - birth, death, sickness, new relationships, the end of relationships, change of jobs, moving out, settling down... life will not be as round, plump, and full without them. Although some of these we fear or do not seek, they will come to us and we must accommodate, that is when our constant transformation happens. Many times, spirits would be wounded, but quite as often we are also uplifted.

My life have been richer with all that have come to me and all that I have embraced, struggled with, resisted and refused, coped with, fought with. I do become wary (at times) of the crossroads I have to face, and of the changing patterns of life, wondering and thinking how decisions I have made or will choose to make may affect not only myself but others. At the same time, my heart antcipates with flurry. Seasons will change, just like how this cold November day have come and will eventually go, fade to give way to a new day.