The seasons of life are happening before our eyes.
It is something that we cannot escape, just something that we all must go through.
Sitting and waiting and not thinking is no longer the way to move.
Hitting the slopes or learning the ropes does not make you cool.
You keep thinking that you have time.
Then one day the time is not happening anymore.
Why can everything be right?
Why am I only able to write at night?
I need to make a change, but my season has change.