Seasons Change

Embrace it.

I saw a tweet recently and immediately thought, nahhhh, I don’t agree with this. Even after sitting with it, I still don’t—at least not generally.

There are exceptions. Marriage, for example. That’s a “till death do us part” kind of commitment. But outside of that? I believe everyone—and everything—has a season. And when that season ends, it’s only fair they’re allowed to leave.

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There have been many times when people I’d grown used to had to exit my life. They didn’t die. We didn’t fight. There was no bitterness or bad blood—they just left. And it hurt. It felt cruel. I kept asking myself, What was the point of getting close if they were going to leave anyway?

Sometimes, I still don’t fully understand it. Some memories still sting. But what I’ve learned is this: there are people meant for each stage of your life. As you grow, values change. Environments shift. You outgrow phases. And letting people go—or being let go—doesn’t mean the love was fake or insufficient. It just means the season ended.

So, what is the point?

The point is to live fully in the moment you’re in. To squeeze out every bit of love, joy, laughter, and growth it has to offer. To learn from the pain and the happiness, the insanity and the calm—and come out better.

Recently, I went through a season of my own. It was heavy. I cried a lot. Everything felt dark, like there was no light waiting on the other side. But I had people who reminded me that nothing is wasted—and I can’t ignore God’s grace in all of it.

If you’ve lost someone, or you’re in a season that feels unbearable, I hope you remember this: it will pass. You will survive. Cry if you need to. Talk to someone (God included). Take a walk. Pause. Breathe.

There is still hope for you. Don’t give up.