i'm glad i moved on.

time and again, i look at the pictures with a heavy heart, a tinge of jealousy. a small part of me wishes i was still a part of it. but then i take a step back and remind myself that i am happy for those who are happy. there are seasons in life, and that was a season where the spring was beautiful with blooms, the summer sun shone with golden glimmers, but then eventually, autumn would inevitably come, the once fresh, green leaves will yellow and fall. the winter is not a dearth of life, it is merely a season where everything halts to prepare for something even more beautiful. there is beauty in white, in a clear blanket of white. it covers the ground and allows the magic to work under that blanket, and when the time is right, true beauty shall be uncovered.

so don't look at another person's season in envy, be patient, wait for yours to come, it will be beautiful. and don't spend too long reminiscing the past seasons thinking that the beauty is unparalleled, because in doing so, you will likely miss the beauty of your season.

despite the lingering tinge of sourness, the earnest wish i had the luxury of time to enjoy more seasons. i tell myself, "hey, there will be more seasons to come, and they will be more beautiful". i'm glad i moved on. patience is bitter, but it's fruit is sweet.

que sera, sera.