As each season turns, the leaves a shade lighter, whether it is or not is, a question in itself, left to perception, of what is for the better, never worse. Being rooted and accustomed to the weather prevailing, the slightest change of wind sends shudders of uncertainty that worries you down. The stability of existence is on shaky ground. But doesn't the end of every storm of change bring out a different beauty?
When one only expects the rest of the world to compromise for one's sake and is not prepared to in the slightest measure, return the favor, one is bound to face avoidable disagreements, not just for oneself, but for the few loved ones that stand by one's side, in anticipation of a lighter, less complicated, erstwhile accommodative existence.
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