Now is the winter of our
discontent…, but why during this period do we agree to submit to the mundane
ritualistic activities that turn such an already cold and depressing season
into the disappointment that we now find ourselves engulfed? Winter has become a societal inconvenience,
a time of the year in which all the incessant whining of the average
Americans come forth in unity to decry the evils of this wicked season. The season
does present a serious burden and a hazard to a few, but to most, it is a mere disturbance,
which would not be missed if dissipated. The majority see the season as dark
and depressing, outside of the intertwining holiday breaks and excursions. Sorry
to say though, these pessimists see this season much too two dimensionally.
When superficially examined, one would
describe winter as the season of death and spring as the season of life and
rebirth, however, this description does not do justice to the truth nature of
winter. Winter does include the conclusion of a period of death, but as soon as
this death concludes, a hidden manifestation of life establishes itself
underneath the seeming desperation. This season defines rebirth more so than
spring ever could. Although, the winter might kill the powerful oak tree, a
small acorn grows against the odds ready to start the cycle again. In all actuality,
winter exhibits the clam before a storm of developing growth. Winter may not
have the glamour of spring but it deserves equal credit for the precipitation
of rebirth, and for all those naysayers who still prefer a more externally
beautiful season, the harder the tribulations of winter, the greater the reward
of spring. -BF
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