Meditation on Despair:
You are like a cold wind that blows through and rustles the last of the autumn leaves that cling helpless on the branches and herald the arrival of winter. Winter, the season of death and dormancy, is your friend. You seep through the cracks in our foundations like an icy chill. Perhaps like water, soft yet strong and forceful, ready to freeze as the hopelessness of winter sets in and drive those foundational crevices into deep canyons of pathos. And, as the sadness grows you feed on it; you grow ever stronger until your insidious presence can no longer be ignored. Foundations of joy, happiness, love, and hope crumble at your feet until all that is left is the gaping abyss of you–despair and, your favorite of partners, hopelessness. But, perhaps, not all that much unlike the cold winds that harken the winter white, you too shall blow past in turn and the world will bloom around you once again. That’s the thing with seasons–they change; and foundations–they may crumble and fall but they can be rebuilt. You too are important just as winter is to the world. But you are only to be a season for which joy and hope can return once again.