Too many people look at others and say they can’t be relied on. They’ll disguise their outlook on the world with whimsical sayings like the only thing you can rely on is time passing and seasons changing. Cynicism is seen as wisdom when you paint over the dark beliefs with beautiful words.

The funny thing is they do sometimes stumble into true wisdom. Of course you can trust the seasons to change from summer to autumn to winter to spring. The ironic thing is you can rely on people more than the seasons, people don’t nearly change as much as the weather.

For example, consider Anton Savor, the blazing inferno of Hell’s Kitchen. The absolute epitome of Summer year round. To this heat miser, everything is scorched earth. The only thing raging more than the flames of the oven is his temper. The only thing he won’t burn in his wake is the culinary delights he creates. The oasis in the brutal desert of Anton’s own making. Nickname him ghost pepper because he doesn’t just burn you, he burns your soul.

He’s not the only one consistent as the seasons, as leaves turn to red in Autumn, Jasper Redgrave turns what was once vibrant and full of life crimson red. Life is not long is his presence. Like the leaves changing color, his arrival signals the beginning of the end. As Autumn drains the leaves to their natural end, Redgrave makes you fade slowly until you can’t hold on anymore and in theme with the season, fall.

As the leaves linger on the ground reminding us that everything dies, Ezekiel Graves does so with his very namesake. Death and Winter are naturally intertwined just as death and Christianity. Am I wrong? The centerpiece of it is Jesus dying for our sins. Every sermon I’ve heard from the classic fire and brimstone warnings to the modern day sermons of love and community, all concern themselves with where we end up when we pass, either with the promise of Heaven or the threat of Hell.

What about Spring? Why, that’s yours truly. I am the proverbial fuck you to death. You can throw anything at me and plenty have and yet, I’m still here. I have been burned, cut, and buried and I come back to grow even stronger every time. Everyone considers death and winter the end but they always forget who conquers it to become anew. Always growing, always transforming, adding beauty to the world who has forgotten it. There is beauty in everything and the beauty in death is that while it closes certain doors, it makes way for their replacements.

We are all intertwined with the seasons that define us.

Anton is destined to burn.

Redgrave is destined to fall.

Ezekiel Graves is destined to perish and be reduced to a singular of his surname.

I am destined to bloom, to grow after being burned, cut, and buried by weaker men.

Everyone is fighting for their chance at gold but here’s some fashion advice, it’s not really made for your seasons.

Its meant for Spring.