I’m a firm believe that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Seasons come and go. Every single person we meet in life has an impact on us. Some people come in to our lives because we express a need or desire to the Universe. They come in to support us through tough times, to aid us when we are in need. or to guide us through difficult circumstances. I believe that sometimes they are angels. They come in the form of homeless people with lessons to teach . They are in our lives for a moment and the leave. They may literally walk away from you, they may die, or simply leave. They have a purpose and when the fulfill it, it’s done. Over.
Some people are in our lives for a season. A season of growth, of darkness, learning,. or joy. They teach a lesson of love or growth. Sometimes it’s a few years or a few months or a few weeks. It’s a short period and it ends. When it ends you have to understand that in order for you to progress other seasons. Imagine wearing a bathing suit in mid winter. You may wish for it to be summer, but wearing and acting as if were still summer will make you sick. You won’t progress. You must let this season end. It will come back the same person may not return with the season, but the season will occur again.
I’m talking about a season today. I have another post on someone that was in my life for a reason and the link will be provided below. I know for a fact I was meant to be a seasonal friend for someone. I’ve walked away. Our season is over. It was a great thing while it lasted but it’s over. We have fulfilled each other’s purpose for the season and now, we must move on. Time to put up last seasons clothing and put on new clothes. Our paths may cross again in this lifetime or another. I’ve been through a lot in 5 years. A very difficult sophomore year that I will tell you about later. A tattoo. Depression. Hanging out on the National Mall @ 3 am. Anti depressants. Sushi. Hard math classes. Protesting for Affirmative Action. Loneliness. Fasting for Darfur. Mediation of Burma. Raising money for a school in Chad. Washington DC. Howard University. Being apart of an Anti-genocide movement. Sorority Life. Caring about Haiti way before it was cool. Learning about politics. Ballet. Opera. Too much coffee. Cable TV. Learning to find God for myself. learning what betrayal was. Falling in love with Afro- American studies. The importance of Never Giving up. Sex. Standing on my own two feet and proclaiming my destiny. Knowing I don’t need a man to be happy. Seeing a black man in The Oval Office. Cheering like crazy for him. Ending high school friendships. It’s been a long road, but amazing. I still have a lot of running to do. Right now, I have to keep running my marathon. A new season is beginning. I’ve got to go.
I just have to go the distance. Every inch to every mile. I can’t stay. This season has been rough and I truly believe I’m about to reap what I have sown for many years. Its not time to uproot anymore, I have to let things grow. I’ve toiled and the harvest is almost here. Almost. I can see dawn beginning to break. I’ve got to keep moving.
