Time is a constant in the universe that we live in, always pushing forward day to night, day to night. As the days pass by into the catalog of memories we all keep, the world and people around us stay changing at the will of time. People, I think, are affected in many ways by the changes our cosmic home makes throughout the days and months, eventually rolling into years of change.
Our sight is filled with vast fields of yellow nutrition, small leafy plants with its reward held underneath the soil, and tightly packed patches of wheat. Trees are blessed with sun and rain, the grass is green, and the flowers bloom all around us. As the seasons change, however, so do people, just like the crops and trees and grass. Once full of life, in time they grow depressing and slowly die. People can be lively, or they can trudge through life, but it can easily be both in a person’s life just like the seasons. When our surroundings are replaced with brown and then blanketed in white, we remember in time it will return to its amazing beauty. Just as people become sluggish, sad, unable to find reasons to go on, we can all remember what it was like to be happy before, and we can all revert back to that bright image.
The changing of the seasons, the fading of green and then rebirth of beauty, speaks to us on a physical and emotional level. It’s good to experience the cold harsh winds of winter and witness the dull white vastness when it snows, but it can never remain too long. This can also be said about one’s mood; it’s good to experience the bleak boring experiences in life so that you can better understand what makes all the good things good.