Just as the first buds of newfound life struggle to flourish, and spring into action amidst the extinction burst of a harsh and unforgiving winter, so we too reach for hope. We reach for love. We reach out to the great artist for the sense of dynasty and purpose that we long for. We attempt to absorb the light we are given through the shifting of clocks and the radiance of what has been written on our hearts. We speak to the sky “please take me”, and we whisper to ourselves “not yet” for the sake of coming full circle to the point of no return. To the point of absolute surrender to the decadence and brokenness of life. To the point of bearing each other’s burdens in love, so that when winter returns, we may have already run our course and presented the canvas of earth with an undeniable beauty and requisite opportunity. For we now know that every single moment in our life is an opportunity to take part in eternity as we close our eyes, breathe deeply, and smile…

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