Death and Rebirth

 I have always wondered how the universe, and particularly nature on this planet thrives. It sits still and silent but keeps on growing no matter the circumstances. Every year the trees lose their leaves, the flowers wilt, and the colours lose their vibrance. Yet, they never seem to be in a hurry to reform or rebuild themselves. Instead, they let nature take its course and patiently await the arrival of spring. I wonder, however, that year after year they are reborn from their own ashes like a phoenix, yet they never tire of it. 

This is where my dilemma comes in. I think of myself as a phoenix, or even a snake at times: always rising from the ashes of my own ruin, or shedding the older versions of myself to make way for a newer and a better version each time. But some days the task of self-improvement feels tedious, repetitive, and even a never-ending one. Some days you just feel devoid of any will to pick yourself back up, to emerge out of the cocoon you've wrapped yourself in. Some days you pity the phoenix, for being stuck in the infinite cycle of rebirth, and pain. 

However, this is the hand that you're dealt as a part of this universe. Everything is temporary, even the happiness. But the good news is that the days of your desolation are also temporary. Even in the death of the biggest star in this universe, there is life for a new star. So it seems only logical to realise that even in our darkest moments, in the deaths of our previous happy selves, lies the ecstasy of our future selves. 

So even though I may not entirely be happy with this law of nature, I am at peace with knowing that my best days are always and forever, ahead of me.