The seasons of my life. KITOSDAD.

[Kitosdad]

Only today someone asked my age, and I replied :- " 283 seasons ", as that is how I prefer to think of my life, in seasons. Far nicer than saying, " 71 next birthday. "

For me the Spring heralds the start of a new beginning. The budding of the many beautiful trees and hedgerows that populate my local area. The foraging of Magpies for material to refurbish last years nest, or even to build a new one, complete with roof.!!

The little children, beginning to cast off their heavy Winter clothing, and to wearing more comfortable clothes,the better to play in at break-time.

The promise of sunshine and warmth, and longer, lighter days. Time to spend in the garden, just enjoying the things that surround me.

The Summer brings even greater joys for all, even the noisy builders, who now have the opportunity to find work which has eluded them in the colder, darker months.

The buzz of the lawn-mowers trying to keep abreast of the ever-increasing growth that the sunshine brings to the grass, and now, the trees bursting into full bloom to afford welcome shade on the hotter days.

Children in light Summer clothing, expending their energies cycling, running and generally enjoying all that Summer really means. The days are long and wonderful.

September brings with it the Autumn. A time for the leaves to turn to a blaze of gold, and for folk to start talking about Xmas and all the problems that accompany it.
A time for the heavier clothing to be brought forward for duty once again, and for the nights to start darkening.The temperature begins to slowly fall, and the days seem so much longer that they did in Summertime.

Eventually Winter is upon us once more, and the trees, now bereft of their leaves,
have only a mantel of snow to look forward to. But don't they look majestic when they are so covered, and just to stand and admire their beauty in the stillness that usually follows a heavy fall of snow, is a fantastic experience.

The children, now bedecked in their warm anoraks, wellington boots , scarves and gloves are a picture unto themselves, with their little red noses and cheeks peeking out of their anorak hoods. Now restricted to their warm classrooms they must wait, as we all must, for the coming of the next Spring.

So, the next time someone asks you your age, then just tell them, lest they look at you as though you are a some kind of a fool, as many do me. I don't really give a damn, I'm too old to care.

Kitosdad.
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[Yamilet]

This is amazing, this is how i want to write
this is what i meant in my last comment to your writing.
You are very descriptive, I love it.
By the way you look a lot younger than your age
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Yamilet

[Kitosdad]

Good morning my beautiful young friend.

I really don't feel my age, but unfortunately people keep telling me that I shouldn't do lots of things that I do do.

People make you feel your age.

Maybe I should go and live on a desert island and just write rubbish all day long.

Kitos.

Please note my new e-mail address. :- alansdad8837@googlemail.com
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[Tomasito]

Kitos, where did you get inspiration to write this essay? It's marvellous.
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[Yamilet]

I think age is just a number
I have always seen it this way
I got married at a very young age, everyone thought i was nuts,
in reality we have one live Kitos, we need to enjoy it,
regardless of our age we need to live every day like our last.
and hey why not, Go to the desert, but don't forget to send me your writings )))
Take care
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[Kitosdad]

Good morning Tomasito, thanks for your nice comment.

I don't know where my inspiration came, or comes, from. I've never read a book written by a famous author in my entire life, so I don't think any inspiration came from that direction.

Perhaps the ability to observe has been the greatest gift afforded to me.
Whatever one writes is usually composed around the life and world around us.

Also a willingness to accept change and to adapt ones lifestyle to accomodate it.
Rebellion against change is for the young. Tolerance is for the elderly.

The Seasons of my Life, can be written in many ways. I'm sure that both you and Yamilet could compose an equally good essay on the theme. Why not try it?

Have a good life Tomasito, and remember the words of my old Grandmother;
"If you think you can, you're right. If you think you can't, you're right too."
This mantra kept me going through the many long miles that I have ran in my life, and has given me the strength to face the many problems and heart-aches that I have had to endure.

Your friend, Kitos.
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[Tomasito]

I totally agree with your grandmother Kitos and She is right. If we think that we can do things better or we put on our mind that we can achieve a certain goal we are creating a possibility, a hope, a faith and everything which can motivate us to follow our dreams and hopes. When I was seventeen years old, I used to write poems. My inspiration came from observation. Find out the beauty of the plants, hear what the waves of the sea are trying to say, appreciate the nature I live. Inspiration is natural and comes from nature. I'll try to compose an essay like this, I do believe that I can. Thank you Kitos.
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[Aanca]

The essay is great! It is a good inspiration for us all.
I love the advice that your grandmother gave it to you. The power of our thinking is bigger that we imagine and the limits are only in our minds.
Thank you Kitos for every comment, it is a real help for us!

[Tomasito]

[Yamilet]

Tomasito, I think your writing is really good. Good Job.
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[Tomasito]

[Richard]

Hi Kitosdad.

A really amazing and literary style of writing. It might be a big dream of mine to write like that. well, actually, I have to say that I wasn't familiar with some of your words and I looked them up in dictionary.

I do believe it:
"If you think you can, you're right. If you think you can't, you're right too."
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Ludwig Wittgenstein

[Kitosdad]

Good morning Richard.

I'm sure that if you were to write something similar that you would do an excellent job.

I have never achieved anything of real imporance in my life, but when I found this site it gave me the opportunity to help a few people within my limited capacity.

Tomasito is obviously a willing learner, absorbing everything that comes his way.

Our Yamilet? What can one say about Yamilet without heaping praise on her.
She is a wonder who has blossomed in her time here, but it hasn't been easy for her trying to find the time to study and running a busy family life.

We can only wish her every success in whatever destiny sends her way.

Kitos.
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[Tomasito]

[Kitosdad]

Simple heartfelt words, humbly received. Thanks Tomasito.
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