The seasons remind me that I must keep changing, and I want to change because it is God’s way. All my life I have been changing. I changed from a baby to a child, from soft toys to play daggers. I changed into a teenager to drive a car, into a worker to spend some money. I will change into a husband to love a woman, into a father to love a child, change houses so we are near water, and again, so we are near mountains, and again so we are near friends, keep chaning with my wife, getting our love so it dies and gets born again and again, like a garden, fed by four seasons, a cycle of change. Everybody has to change, or they expire. Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.

Don Miller, Through Painted Deserts

Vielleicht fühle ich mich gerade so lebendig, weil sie bei mir in diesem Jahr schon so viel verändert hat und es gerade noch tut.