I'm reading Catcher in the Rye for my English class. Holden just asked the cab driver about where the ducks go when the pond freezes over, and gets an answer about how the fish stay, even if it's tougher for them. They keep their pores open and take in nutrition from their surroundings.
I'm not a duck. I'm a fish. I belong here. Even when things are tough, I have to be open about everything and take in the nutrients from everyone around me. That's you guys. You all help me when it gets tough, but soon enough the ice will melt and it'll be spring again. I hate change, always have. When I was little, I cried when we painted our living room a different color. It was a hard thing to handle for some reason, but now the room look so much better brown than white. I just had to wait for the ice to melt a bit.