Monday, August 11, 2008

Only One Year

Does a year clearly represent a lifetime? Life considered from a minimalist point of focus becomes a parallel to a year-time-period. Of course, this has been a topic explored by many poets in the past although they have been largely ignored and dismissed. But what makes us think that they were wrong perhaps they were correct and if we were any smart we would listen to their words and better take advantage of the time we can enjoy in this life.
During the spring, life arises. Plants of all kinds blossom after having remained dormant for so long. Animals begin their copulation in order to preserve their species. Life can be breath around the world. That is the same way a person begins their lifetime. Everything seems so promising. During one’s early years, otherwise known as the spring, the wind blows strongly but it does not make the newly born shake. Life lies ahead. The imagination flies free and it does not worry itself with the mundane. There is not anything strong enough to cause worry because everything is possible. Dreams are the essential nutrients of one’s soul.
As the years go by and one grows older, there comes an instant when the wind that blew so strongly before stops and suddenly everything becomes clear. Then, a thought takes possession of one’s time: what about tomorrow? That is when the summer can be said to have arrived.
At that time, when the sun shines the brightest, one begins to question. Summer is a time to have fun, but also a time to invest. The fall will come and one would not want to be found in crisis for not doing anything productive during the summer. Then, when the sun burns the hottest, the road is also the clearer. But one does not worry. One does not think about the day when the sun will not longer shine as bright. That day will come and one will not find rest. Torture will make itself present because one will realize how childish it was to waste time having fun at all times as opposed to dividing time in order to have a productive and enjoyable summer. The summer is the time to materialize everything that one envisioned during the spring. As the spring did, the summer will also come to an end. When the summer presents its farewell, with it one’s dreams will also part. Dreams that were only fantasies, dreams that inspired an insufferable fear, dreams that made one a coward… they will all be gone. Forever.
Then, the grey autumn will not delay its arrival. It will be the time for one to turn back to look at the year that is almost over. One will want to look at the road that has been walked. It will, then, become clear that the best option will be to be happy and enjoy a sense of completeness with everything that one has achieved. Since the year will be over soon, it is hopeless to try to fix those mistakes one made in the spring. It will be too late to choose another path to walk; one must conform with what one has.
Winter will quickly approach. One’s success or failure will become a central point of focus. In those instants, when one enjoys the breeze of the cold winter that approaches and the random heat waves that the summer that has passed left on its way, one will have time to remember. The memories that will take custody of one’s days will be pleasant and will bring with them millions of smiles. But there will also be others surrounded by tears.
One will then remember the road chosen at the early spring. A thought that never during those months that have passed came before will play a central role. In the past, one had always counted with the next morning sun. But during the winter, when one will not know if the sun will shine the next morning, there will be a thought to torment oneself. As the year ends, one will realize that regardless of past beliefs when the year was still young and strong, the year is now old and it will be over. As the year reaches its end, a life will be over because one is only mortal as anyone else.
When that time arrives, one will only hope to discover that the ending year was spent in the best possible way!


xoxo,
Poison Drops


©Copyrighted 2008

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice, well said.
I have an alternative approach though
Spring- will be the time where a human being discovers its own nature, its own beauty, the time to grow and glow… perhaps the adolescence.
Summer- a time where a human being feels and experiences freedom, enjoys life, has no worries, does new things and has adventures and finds love or many lovers ( hehe) the 20’s we can say.
Fall- time where a human being meditates, works hard on building their future, worries about many things, searches for the true love, forms a family,
30-40’s maybe.
Winter- The time of decadence, the last years, the years of memories. Human becomes old, grew tired and experienced. Time to teach others, time to lecture and share. Time to try to enjoy the little time left, time to ask for forgiveness… time to rest.

Oh well I just thought all that after reading your writing =).
( ohh its me Sil)

P.S: I just noticed that I totally skipped the childhood years lol hmmm well I guess for me those years weren’t as important as the teenager years.

amor y paz said...

this was different. this blog didn't sound like your others. I enjoyed your narrative of the seasons and "soft" approach to often harsh realities.