Seasons...

it often seems like:
i live in a world dominated by seasons,
seasons of love
seasons of hurt
seasons of happiness
seasons of loneliness
seasons of joy
and seasons of hope
i struggle to remember the things of my past
the past which i long to see again in my future
i constantly remind myself of what i had
but with everyday it feels more and more like a distant illusion
-like a dream which once was, which fades away with the dawn of the day


a family filled with love, joy and happiness with no room for sorrow or emptiness
everyday was Christmas, Easter or a holiday, a day to celebrate and just enjoy each others mere company -true joy, with the sole purpose to be shared with as many as possible


Oh how i miss my past, how i miss the tears of joy and sorrow
they are memories of sweet joy to me today, to know then i was known without any explanations or introductions
when i was accepted for who i was and not what i would become.
i miss seeing the faces who look at you with hope that "one day this kid will make a difference in this world"-my hope
the same ones who never hesitate to tell me when i am wrong and correct me...


what has become of my life today!!!!
i live everyday to fulfill the requirements of the hour
to not waste the possibility of achieving the productivity of a minute
constantly on a role
a cycle of endless chores, activities, assignments, whatever one might call it
a cycle of revolving life,
life like the different seasons,
which embrace you with surprise, inspiration and hope....
but leave you longing...
i am not lonely i just miss my family....