Ponder me some...

I think it maybe time to start to repost. So much stuff going through my head. So many words un said. Do I keep them there for a reason or should they be said out loud. No sure. Life has many changes, many seasons. What season am I in? What was important to me at one time is slowing fading. Winter is always hard for me. I crave the light and warm airs of spring. I long for the energy it brings. Forced energy is draining. Forced optimism is even worse. Searching for meaning. Age or faze?