Oana Andrei

Be Kind Anyway Oana Andrei

We are always in search of something, a new level of self, trying too hard to be happy, wishing we were fearless enough to follow our heart and not the world around. Through many long winters of my life, I could see how the trees, from October till May, so gray and apparently dead and dried up, held inside the beauty of a spring to come. Tired of shivering, I moved away again knowing that still, some of my days, weeks, even years, may look like the trees of a Torontonian March. But there is joy to be found in every moment - so I embrace it and write about it, knowing all along that, when the winter passes by, we're free to lay down on the grass, gaze at the sky and grow wings.