For me, I don’t think there’s anything as energizing as the onset of spring. As the temperature becomes mild, the birds began to sing and the crocuses began to appear I feel my spirits lift. There’s a sense of rebirth in the air; life reappears after months of dormancy. In some ways it’s like a religious experience.
My friend Pearl said this idea reminded her of an experience she had while attending a revival meeting a while ago. She said the evangelist told the congregation that life was suffering because of the guilt of their sins and the only way to overcome the depths of despair, the fear and trembling of existence was to leap into faith and be born again.
Pearl thought about this awhile but being a bit of a skeptic and seeing rebirth wasn’t in her plans for the evening, she decided to pass on the leap and just deal with the despair and absurdity of human existence the best she could.
Well, all I can say is if our existence is essentially despairing and absurd then why do I have spring fever?