Life is made of seasons. Seasons never last, but they keep coming and going. No need to think of a previous relationship as a failure because it ended. Even successful marriages end with the death of one or both of the parties. Afterwards, in retrospect, everything will have been something transient that colored a section of our life scroll. With age we just collect more seasons in our memory and on our scroll. Best to savor the current season and, if we must think of the past, think of it as a book of fond memories that each colored its own season.
Lots of fond memories.
Everything comes and goes but one thing.
Friday, October 5, 2012
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