Changes

Change seems to be the only consistent thing in life. 

Seasons of the heart seem to mirror the passing of time. Plants outgrow their pots. Doesn't mean there's something wrong with the pot or that the plant is bad- they were meant to be together for a time. A time to strengthen, to grow, to support each other in their own way.
Hearts are like that. We shelter each other for a season. Grow together. But, seasons change.