Well, well, well! =O Honestly, what kind of deviant am I, to go over ten months without a single journal entry? >_> Time just passes too fast, I swear. When I'm old, my head will be spinning at 'how time flies'.
This journal entry is pretty much dedicated to the year that will soon come to an end and make way for a brand-new, 2009! Let's see ...
For me, this year hasn't been completely new; I'd all ready experienced summer through winter in Canada. But there's one thing I noticed that should be stated with the changing of seasons: Each and every one is never the same.
Every spring, white snow melts in different places to show the first sprouts of our lawn and the flowers bloom and the leaves grow all on different points on the branches. The colors are revealed at their own pace, and they seem slightly prettier every year.
Every summer, different fruits are more tasty than the others and the swimsuits we wear are brighter than last year--enough to catch the sun or the eye of a guy we've been crushing on.
Every fall, the air has a different chilled tang that excites our senses and makes us ready for apple pie and cider. For those of us with deciduous trees, the colors are slightly changed every year; one tree's leaves are more purple than last year, and another has leaves that crunch just a bit more than we remember.
Every winter, those of us with snow see those flakes that are never one like the other; they fall in different places, and drift in different ways. The cold comes on a different day, and different people claim "It's not cold, I don't need a coat like that"
And every year, the value of a dollar fluctuates, and the price of oil goes in different directions. Cars break down in different styles and we get bills with different payments.
Yet through those things that are changing every year--some better than others--don't forget to see those constants in life:
A friend's tight hug and genuine smile can still warm your heart better than any cup of hot chocolate.
The feel of a pencil, pen, marker, paints, or even a computer mouse is still the feeling of possibility, and can give you a more refreshing feeling than any swimming pool ever could.
The feeling of hard work is still the feeling of accomplishment...
And tomorrow is still anything you want it to be.
It's a little early everyone, but HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here's to a brighter future for all of us.
- Mood:
Optimism - Listening to: Stereo Pony-- Hitohira no Hanabira
- Playing: My violin, Cecelia