Cherry Blossoms in March

When I moved to South Korea to pursue higher studies, I had lofty ambitions and huge thoughts.

The season of cherry blossoms arrived in Daegu, and brought pretty mixed feelings along with it. You see, cherry blossoms are so pretty, but they stay for so less time!

It feels like it was just yesterday I was eager to experience spring here, and today the branches are bare.

Spring and the blossoms, and bittersweet first feelings on seeing them.

When I felt myself letting out a sigh on seeing the pink petals, it startled me. How did it come to the point where looking at pretty things and taking a breather made me feel so guilty? What happened that all I could manage was a half-hearted smile and deep breaths?

Pretty cherry blossoms didn't make me much happy. I was happier when I envied people who got to experience them every year, that signified the end of the cold and bitter winter.

It made me miss things and people with whom I could not share this season; it made me sad that I could not enjoy every time the breeze blew and the petals fluttered like pink confetti.

I wish I wasn't this melancholy this season.

I wish to look at the cherry blossoms and smile wholeheartedly next year.