When winter white changes to golden summer, and the cry of the wild creature sounds, joyous among the trees and meadows, the heart cracks and lava flows out, at once scalding and cauterizing the very same wound, you are met with a challenge.
You can cling tight to a dream that will never be,or slowly release the grip you hold on them. The tighter you cling, as the saying goes, more escapes you, and you are left with an empty hand to match your empty heart.
How you deal is none of my concern, but allow me to offer some sage advice. Let the world spin as it will or you will be taken by force. Nature stops for no man, so learn the lesson young.