People are seasons.

Something quite simple has been on my mind the past couple of weeks and I don't really know what to do with it.

I hate that the people I love come and go in my life without any rhyme or reason, without prediction, without always leaving an imprint.

I've gone through knowing so many different people in my life that filled a need at one point in time that I don't really speak to anymore, people that are not physically present but always on my mind, and those that are ever-present that make life worth living.

In the past year I've lost friends that maybe didn't need to be in my life, that turned their back on me when I decided to make positive changes in my life--changes that made me a better person today. Professional, intimate, and almost family-like relationships that I don't really forsee being mended.

On the other hand, others have been brought into my life that have nurtured growth, provided kindness and overwhelming love that filled those old voids.

Then there's those that are always a phone call away, whether that's once a week or once every seven months. It's comforting to know that they're there.

Some are gone completely that I won't be able to see again--not in this lifetime at least. I miss them. I can't explain how much I've wanted to talk to my grandfather in past couple of years, to hang out with Lacie and Tommy, or to fist-bump James.

I feel comfort in knowing that while some may be gone, they're never forgotten, and maybe they taught me something along the way.

And to the ones that have stuck around--well, you should know that you're appreciated and I'll do anything I can for you.

The cycle of hurt, hanging out, family and friends, healing and growth, is so strange and baffling. It's difficult to see how people have affected you along the way. If you wanna know how you've affected me, you should probably ask. I'd love to tell you.

So maybe I don't hate not being able to predict who's going to be in my life at any particular time. Because people always show up when they're needed, and a new season begins.