Looking back, it’s about a year living abroad in a place where seasons change significantly. Seasons change whether I liked them or not. A stability I took for granted growing up in the tropics, where there was only one season and arguably two taking monsoon into account. Here where I am, there are four seasons. I am beginning to realise how important it is for flowers to fade for brighter ones to come.
While I know life has its high seasons and the lows, I was desperately trying to avoid the lows and trying to keep the highs (who doesn’t). Getting married and moving abroad was definitely a change of seasons. Moving in summer was just right but then there is always winter around the corner. The cold, dark and gloomy days are the days that allows me to re-evaluate my priorities. It is tough and I am glad my wife is along my side through these seasons.
As I pride myself to be adaptable, the challenges were real, none I had before but I am hoping none that I can’t overcome. In these moments I see my flaws more evidently and I hope to rectify them before the change of season. Seasons can be tough but challenges are there for us to climb, such as flowers fade for new ones to spring out again.
I do not know how but I know there is a season for everything and tomorrow will be better. I guess, tough times builds brighter tomorrows. Summer will be great!