“With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening had nearly failed”-Ernest Hemingway
Getting old is an inalterable process, we skinned our knees, we filled our hearts with doubt, inflicted our ego with standards that in the end to not benefit anyone. The path to adulthood is never easy; we have to make choices sacrifices, on a personal level. Every year that goes by we think to ourselves hummm I think I have a better understanding of who I am, and then suddenly another year drops by and you realize you have loads to lean about who you are... It’s funny how you hated a certain type of food and now perhaps that dish is your favorite. Or the music you hated back in freshmen year is now your top genre. The fear you couldn’t live with is now a thing of the past ,the country you wanted to visit first has dropped to number 4 . Sooooooooooo many things change, but what never changes are true friends and the hope of a better day, and the certainty that a new horizon will provide fresh and thrilling adventures.
♥Let our endeavors begin♥