This life and us. Are we not all doing the same, simply trying to be ourselves?
We face a journey: through stubbornness and restless autumnal change; the disguised fears and dark days of winter; guilt and impatience for the dawn of spring; and onward, to the hopeful first flight of our hearts in summer.
Then, perhaps, to soar above the storms and to faint stars beyond the seasons of our life. It is there that we may find our eventual rest: in the arms of the universe.