The trite, cliche, cacophony of fall

There is no reason for you to feel so down low, like your not going anywhere, because the way the Hopi's saw it the world revolves around you. There is no greater evidence to this fact than to look at the way the seasons change. It seems like every fall you can tend to get this way, a little sentimental, but why? Was there some great event in your past that you mourn the loss of each year? Yes, there was, you Yankee, fall was, for fourteen or eighteen years, that time when you left your parent's side and went to school. Though you may have hated your teachers, hated your classmates, the school lunches and so on, you loved learning. You did. Have you ever heard someone say they hate learning? I'll doubt it very much, and even if you did answer 'yes, my friend she...', ask yourself this: Was your friend attributing this great pain, this fear, this negativity with those things associated with learning or had they really liked being ignorant? You feel down because you miss the time where your only focus was for the pleasure of learning.



But why Fall? We are rarely this sentimental in any other season. Maybe in winter, but even then we are just longing for the warm breeze of summer. Why fall? I think it is because during fall nature reminds us to the brevity of life, and anytime you are reminded of that fact you are made to feel inadequate. When we are faced with this natural reminder we are also faced with the questions of death, loss, and regret. What will happen to us in the winter of our lives?

This is does not have to be a reason to feel depressed. Choose to look at fall as a time wherein we are allowed to release that which has plagued us through the previous year, like foliage from a tree. Next time you see leaves falling try to concentrate on a single one, and on this leaf place that which you carry but would rather not be burdened by. The more you do this, the more you will learn to see that there are more leaves on trees than you have problems, and so there is no reason for you to feel to down low. Winter will come and go, and spring, and summer, but there will always be fall.


-humanista