The Seasons of Love
By Yasmin Zayed
Love has been written about in thousands of ways across the short 4.5 billion years the earth has spun around the moon. Read the perspective of this young, hopeful romantic, navigating nature and the seasons of love.
Love, a universal language translated hundreds of ways. There are many forms: romantic, platonic, familial, self. Each with vast and endless possibilities. Romantic love is that of perception, but also of continuities: the love stories that take up our bookshelves contain different, specific details, yet all remain consistent in their core sentiments. These sentiments are what I, a hopeless romantic, have chosen to categorize in four phases, or more specifically, seasons. Because I, just like those very love stories, am a continuity of possibilities.
Summer, quite frankly, is the most cliche setting for the beginning of romantic love. A season representative of youth and a lack of, well, reality. It becomes the lotus flower of life, entrapping you with a single bite. Summer is a time for adventure and exploration of new possibilities without the restrictions of responsibility, but this can also present a problem in itself. Attraction, lust, aphrodisiacs—all adjectives that describe the hazy allure of the season. Romeo and Juliet is the prime example of this heady stage of attraction. The pair barely knew each other long enough to consider themselves in love. However, the air of possibility and freedom is what attracts them towards something hopeful. Now, this isn’t to say that attraction is always a negative thing, but it’s a tool, a very powerful one, that you must use with caution. Love is extremely tricky; its magnetism can occur at any time within the relationship, but what happens when other feelings get involved…
Spring, the material of classic tales. This season is one of pure, vibrant adoration. A feeling which makes the world brighter and the birds sing. It’s emergent, graceful, a possibility. It could be the start of something new (get the reference?). It’s a hopeless romantic’s favorite, because in a picture-perfect world, it is truly innocent. This is the honeymoon phase of feelings and it is beautiful; it is, again, powerful. For those blinded by delusion, this may become the end of what was once a beautiful story. But who knows? Maybe there are some people out there lucky enough to never have to abandon spring and its bright-eyed feelings? Maybe it’s about enjoying what has been in front of you the whole time. Maybe it can blossom just as the flowers do.
Fall, a season overlooked just like the feelings pertaining to it. What accompanies the innocence of adoration is the unknown. This is when you have to endure the issues undiscussed and find a balance, both together and alone. It is a time of reflection and exploration of what was evaded for so long. A time of maturing in ways you didn’t know were possible before. Just as Robert Frost one said, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” You must diverge from one other long enough to find where you end and your partner begins. Balance is difficult; finding it with a new person who has all new feelings, possibilities and hopes, is even more difficult. But in the end, it’s important to recognize that even if the brown leaves aren’t as bright as the flowers, they’re still just as hopeful.
Winter. For those of you reading right now, I understand your confusion in this timeline of seasons. True love doesn’t follow any course set for it. Romance occurs just as naturally as grass grows and with the right nurturing, it can sustain. Winter, the time of sustenance. This season is when the holidays occur, lives are merged, and the gap between intersectionality is bridged. This is a time of finding warmth in the cold through each other. Consider this the yang of all the seasons: light and warm, even though chilled outside. It’s also a moment of continuance for the cycle of the seasons. Making new memories with the adventure of summer, the vibrancy of spring, and the maturity of fall.
Attraction, adoration, reflection, settlement, all forces that come together in whatever shape and form to become romantic love.
The process of “The Seasons of Love” is one that was developed through analogizing classic themes. Love, in its truest sense, defies all forces, making it oddly difficult and easy to chronicle. It is a variable of nature, as are the seasons. Comparing the two began with finding scents and feelings, something that Yasmin and her mentor, Aoife, were able to develop quickly. Through this, the lenses of the seasons tightened, and the introduction of introspectivity followed. Personifying these seasons, and thus the feelings they represent, allowed for the concepts of multimedia visuals to flow in. Yasmin took on the challenge of introducing a new take on love, one about taking leaps of faith and letting everything take its own course.
Yasmin is a full-time NYC student completing school work, catching up with friends and studying. When she has the time, she likes to harbor her passion for writing, finding anything and everything as her muse. Born in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn the hectic city life is not new to her but in fact, an environment she thrives in. Living in Staten Island, she finds moments of peace to document her findings of the world.Her first published project, aside from her first grade short story, is her upcoming podcast “she’s just the…” as a first year mentee of Girls Write Now.
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