The snow is finally melting, and the long anticipated spring approaching. People can’t wait for the snow to melt, and melt it will. What is needed is time, and what we do not have is just that, time. We want it to melt faster, we want to skip this entire process and go back to lying on large grass fields totally stress-less gazing up towards the blue sky thinking “life is perfect”. What we have now is gray gray skies with a fine rain constantly falling upon us, tickling us, as if its scorning us. We have no green fields to lie on, what we got is half-melted snow that leaves your newly cleaned shoes dirty by the end of the day.

This is a point where the joy of winter is gone, and the goodies of spring has not arrived yet. This time is like an empty void, where nothing seems positive, it is a time of transition.

Transitions are always the hardest part. Changing. What does this have to do with me? I feel as if I have reached a point of transition, mostly academically. I feel as if I no longer can continue as I am doing and at the end of the year comfort myself with words like “that’s really good for not having put any effort put into”. I had some securities, subjects in which I could easily score good in. The securities are failing to provide. I have to break out of the box, apply effort when needed. I am in a state of transition, the hardest part. I have to change, break the habit, find a way out. I am at a point of importance, choices I make today will define me of tomorrow, whether I will be happy, sad, poor, rich, a success or a failure.

Transitions are always the hardest part. It’s not easy, yet not impossible. Year after year nature proves it’s ability to transition properly, successfully. Why won’t I be able to? Who knows, perhaps I will one day be the hobo on the street you are offering your hotdog to, or perhaps the hero who saved the world you tell your children about. Those are extreme examples, but don’t forget that the extreme defines what’s not. One thing is for certain, I can become anything, and so could you.

Don’t fear transition. Patience, spring will come eventually.