spring
- Rachel Jeong
- Jun 2, 2023
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 19, 2023
PHILOSOPHIES, Coming-Of-Age, Self-Care
"What is spring to me?"
I. realizing that you made it
this
far.
trying to fathom how it all happened so
fast, yet knowing it all perfectly.
II. looking out of the car window, realizing you're going to look back on this time of your life and cry because of how beautiful it is. you will miss being this far (but altogether simultaneously just starting) in life, the accomplishments, the people, the family, how it feels inside your chest and body to be in this present moment. how the sky feels now in this mind rather than in a future worn-out capitalist's. how it feels to be driven, and not driving. you will miss what you did just before this drive; you will miss how big your heart is now. you will miss how much comfort and security you felt in your core. how your brain seems different stained rather than stainless. how limitless the world is. you will miss how you didn't even know how angelic, how bewitching this version of time and of you was. how fortunate to have possibility for this realization, to be privileged enough to enjoy a youth like this.
there is nothing like spring. there is nothing like teetering on the cusp of summer, on the apex of transcension. like the apexes of a crescent moon—somehow internally looming and lurking, but ever-so present and sharp all the same—spring brings about a transition. it's a transition that cannot be measured in comparatives or degrees; simply, in the word "seasons." there is nothing like knowing a season has come to an end, and a new one is coming at you, brave face on. an unknown, well-timed hurl to give me the pleasure of all the emotions that come with being on a brand new cusp. it steals my heart.
yes, it is the perfuming lilac bushes, the random particles floating in the golden air, the dewy grass paired with pure petrichor after a glistening rain. the tiny bugs appearing on never-seen-before flowers in front of a thawed lake, laden with lilly pads.
yes, it is the mossy pastures of scenery, the dangling greenery that borders messy insanity but somehow manages to never cross the line of art, the crickets coming out to night socials once more to fill your evenings, the sun sets. it is the drifting and and the sleepwalking. but
it is the fulfillment, the exact kind of nourishment, that your soul and body never knew you need in restoration, healing, growth. after all, you never know what you do not know.
it is opportunity, time, season, with the right conditions and right timing, for space. it is time for you. no more living for other people, and living other people's lives when a mystifying, or difficult, and glorious one that is authentically you and there for you. it is time to grow for you. it's
your turn. shoot up, not a thought about any other at all. this is your time to be selfish. allow yourself to take up space. grow. shoot up. unfold your most vibrant petals, your greatest talents, strengths, passions— hone them; because pretty soon, your season will be over and it will be fall. it's your turn. it's been long past due.
What is spring to you?
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