When the winter season rolls around and spring feels years away, I always appreciate exploring the memories of my past spring season. Although, in the moment, it is always filled with anticipation for the warmer season of summer to roll around and complaining about the bipolar weather forecast, I will never regret enjoying it.
With the aroma of track beginning, SAT anxieties crawling down my spine, and exams awaiting me at the end of the semester, finally, I am released.
I can’t help but carry anxieties along my back in fear of what might happen shortly—whether or not I will perform well in my exams, or how my friendships will develop throughout the season for which I am no longer present at school.
I count down the days until I am freed from the constant worries within my mind.
Waiting for this very moment when the final bell rings is a moment of consolation—the ringing of the bell, knowing that I will be letting go of some of my favorite and most despised memories. However, no matter how bad each memory is or how much it might affect me, I never once regret every change I make.
Change is critical in my life, especially change that might not be the best to hear in the moment, whether it’s through losing an important person in my life or solely growing with the sprouting life around me. Special people go as new members of my life come, and no matter what, spring is always the season I look back on. However, as the warmer weather continues to grow into my routine, I realize it wasn’t so much about how content I was with my life in the moment, but rather how it has shaped me into the person I am today.
Throughout the season that I longed for the entire spring, I quickly realized that I never took the time in the moment to comprehend how truly breathtaking it was. I can only seem to imagine the spring season being one of the best when looking into the past. However, when looking into the future, it doesn’t seem to exist to me. The future stands ahead of me as I grow older and change; I can’t bring myself to look forward to it.
Change is a part of life, and unfortunately, no matter how much I reach to accomplish all of my goals perfectly and live my life exactly the way I want to, it will never go as expected. Growing up is a part of life, too, and on every April first, I will grow a little taller and wiser, thanks to the mistakes I’ve committed.
During the frigid winter season, I will never regret looking back at myself during the past seasons. However, the season I always have great remarks towards is spring: the season of warmth, change, and regret.
