Looking back on the week, I see the downhill ease alongside the uphill sweats that form a Yin and Yang relationship.
I see the summer flowers and feel the summer breeze coming, imagined from past joyous seasons.
But that beauty would mean nothing without the grey skies that hard days that bring tears down our faces; the darkness of sadness wouldn’t be significant without the lightness of happiness that shines through grins.
The depths of losing someone scar us deeply; but when a little one is born, renewal rejuvenates and restores our souls.
What is beauty without ugliness?
What is life without death?
Perspective is everything and life serves us that, giving us hope for better days and offering us fulfilling moments to reflect back upon