When the winds of change arrive...
Your fire tells you to be brave and fierce, leading through the coldness.
Your ice tells you to be cold, proud, and hard, never to let your head down.
Your air tells you to flee, run far away, where nobody can see you cry.
Your earth sighs and moves slowly through, a faint smile dancing upon its mouth.
Your water tells you to be reasonable. It tells you to write. To put down your feelings upon the paper.
Listen to the water.
Writing is something you can never stop exploring. It does not have a start or an end.
Be brave, like the phoenix.
Be proud, like the wolf.
Be delicate, like the butterfly.
Be patient, like the badger.
But be the dolphin. Always. It is what shall help you through those winds.
And when you pass through the winds, you laugh and look back. They're not that bad anymore. The cold doesn't sting. Don't live in the past or the future. Live write here, in the present.
Listen to your dolphin. It'll agree.
Live in the present.
Write.