Toward the end of March, the grip of winter begins to weaken and signs of spring begin to appear. And I am reminded that—when things don’t go as planned, when small dreams are unexpectedly derailed—that life comes in cycles. It pours rain for days, then finally it clears. Old people die and new babies are born. Friendships wither only to have new ones take their place, bringing new richness to our lives. Yes, potential is everywhere, in every seedling and every cell, just waiting to manifest itself.
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