August Feels Like Life Itself

Black Eyed Susan flowers in Valparaiso
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August feels like life itself; a stunningly intricate web of joy and melancholy.

It’s the tingling warmth of anticipation as the sun enlivens your spirit. It’s the giddiness of savoring the days to come; of eagerly awaiting new beginnings.

It’s pure, unadulterated joie de vivre; dancing in the gentle heat as the moon beams down on you; living for every moment, wishing the night would never end. It’s admiring your bronzed skin with reckless abandon as you frolic under the summer sun. It’s laughing with friends you haven’t seen in ages; roasting and toasting around a crowded brunch table, longing for life to always feel this carefree.

It’s celebrating life in its entirety; recognizing every achievement, every milestone, every hint of personal growth. It’s remembering your triumphs over your darkest moments and embracing the sensation of your beating heart as it pounds through your chest. It’s breezing through the easy days and understanding that your most challenging moments will lead you to where you’re meant to be.

It’s suddenly recognizing the fleeting passage of time; finally acknowledging that the year is over half-gone, feeling pressure to do something spectacular now. It’s the startling realization that you are growing older; adding to an ever-accumulating collection of laugh lines and fading hair, adding a new number to your name. It’s learning to make peace with yourself as you are, rather than lusting after who you could be. It’s accepting your age; embracing your stage, cherishing your reality.

It’s the bittersweet truth that the warm days are numbered; that the new beginnings are fleeting, that life will soon return to its hackneyed monotony. It’s caressing poolside Polaroids with impeccably polished nails; longing for a memento that wholly encapsulates the unfiltered joy of summer days and the wild-eyed freedom of summer nights. It’s holding onto your precious tokens of warmth and happiness as the sun fades and the nights grow longer; wishing you could once again experience the carefree bliss of summer.

August feels like joy tinged with touches of sadness; happiness laced with hints of bittersweet melancholy. August feels like growth and acceptance; youth and age intermingled. August feels like life itself — a complex twining of joy and tears, a fervent pining for days gone by. TC mark

Kelly Douglas

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