For the seasons

As the seasons go by, I keep staring from the same spot on the bridge. Winds, rain, ice, and eventually some sunlight may be in the horizon. I wonder what will the next dawn will bring. For all intent and purposes we all know that we must move on. Staying in the same place, no matter how good it is, it won't last forever. Like the ever revolving earth and the seasons, everything comes and goes.

Where will I go? Where will my feet take me? I will never know until I get there, for my feet have carried me over extensive lands. I've seen the beauty in spring... experience the warmth of summer... I been lucky to see the falling leaves in the fall, and the cold harsh weather the winter has to offer. And yet I'm still here, waiting...

Waiting for the next step to be taken, the next mile on the road to pass by. Like a flock of migrating birds in the sky trying to reach their destination, I know I'm searching for a better place, greener pastures if you may. A place where I can feel the warm embrace of destiny, may it be by the delight of knowing that all my travels have been not in vain. Or it may be the cold harsh feeling of the icy ground, which keeps on giving me a constant remainder that there is still a lot I have to learn and suffer.

There is still much to lose in this life, but also a lot to gain...

In those moments of despair I have to keep on remembering that nothing lasts forever, for it's something that will only be carried around as long as people can remember. But even memories vanish in the sands of times. Nothing is what we think it is, just the illusion of what we want it to be.

And yet, with those things in mind I keep reminding myself that the world keeps on turning, and the seasons keep on coming one after the other. Bringing me closer to that place which I long for, a place which I can finally call home. My true resting place where all the memories of that bridge in which I stood on so long ago will seems like an insignificant speck in my life.

For when I'm dead and long gone, none of this will ever matter...