Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Loved ones will die. Family will move away. Friends will follow their dreams. Your world will get spun off its axis, thrusting you into a parallel universe where things that you can't change consume you, a world that is out of your control. The sun will rise. Time will go on. Yet you are oblivious to the fact that it is another day. You start to resent the fact that the sun rises. Its rays mock you, bringing no light to your dark suffering. You feel the sting of time as it passes you by and you don't even give it a second glace. You want time to pass. Time heals pain. Or so they say. Haunted by stolen dreams, you struggle to keep things alive that just cannot be. Change is non-negotiable, it is a condition of life.

Be expectant that the days ahead are littered with moments of unexplainable beauty. Love. Life. Laughter. As the seasons change, so too will this season pass. Celebrate new life amongst the ashes. Hold on to the hope of tomorrow, the things yet to come. The day will come when you will rejoice again in the rising of the sun. Old dreams will no longer consume your thoughts; you will put to rest the things that are irrevocable. You will dream again the life that was meant for you.