Seasons of the Heart

Do not act because others have plans.

Act because of the comfort slowly starving your soul;

the dullness yearning for winds of change.

Do not act because it’s a good time.

Act because of the tension clearing when you commit;

the burden melting like mist at dawn.

Do not act because acting makes sense.

Act because of the sprinting across your cheeks,

the laughter rippling in liquid life.

Do not exist, with the calendars of should.

Live, with the seasons of the heart