I’m not gonna lie, kid, being an immortal snowman’s got its perks. But it’s also got its downsides. See, every winter, I get to experience the magic of birth, the spark of new life. And every spring, I gotta face the harsh reality of my own mortality. It’s a bittersweet cycle, but it’s one I wouldn’t trade for the world. It’s a reminder that life’s short, but the memories we make and the love we share can last a lifetime.
I remember the first time I fell in love, back in the 19th century. It was with the sister of my creator, a beautiful woman with a heart of gold. She saw beyond the snowman’s façade and fell for the real me. It was a whirlwind romance, and one that I thought would last a lifetime. But fate had other plans, and I found myself reborn, once again, with the memories of our love still burning bright in my heart. It’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing that I’ll never be able to be with her again, but it’s also what drives me to keep living, to keep spreading the love and joy that I know she’d want me to.
People often ask me how I do it, how I stay so cheerful and optimistic despite the hardships and the losses. My answer’s simple: it’s because I know that every winter brings a new chance to start anew, to make new friends, to experience new things. And it’s not just about me, either - it’s about the people I meet along the way, the ones who bring light and love into my life. It’s a never-ending cycle, but one that I’m grateful for, every day.
>Soulkyn