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Back where I'm from, there were never any seasons like there are here.
Every bit of the weather was controlled and left up to the desires of the people. Did more people want it to rain? To be sunny? For flowers to bloom, letting their petals float away on a breeze? Everything left up to a vote.
It feels strange to watch everything turn dull and quiet with nothing's input but Nature's own, and just as stranger to know that it will all bloom once more very much the same way.
Do you think that most situations can be like that- a two way street that has the possibility to flourish or fade away?
Or are there things that can't ever be changed from 'good' or 'bad' once they've happened?
Just some thoughts on a nice day.
Every bit of the weather was controlled and left up to the desires of the people. Did more people want it to rain? To be sunny? For flowers to bloom, letting their petals float away on a breeze? Everything left up to a vote.
It feels strange to watch everything turn dull and quiet with nothing's input but Nature's own, and just as stranger to know that it will all bloom once more very much the same way.
Do you think that most situations can be like that- a two way street that has the possibility to flourish or fade away?
Or are there things that can't ever be changed from 'good' or 'bad' once they've happened?
Just some thoughts on a nice day.