I sat down on an old log in the woods, relaxing and observing while munching upon my sandwich. The cold winds were blowing, stirring up the leaves into the air; birds were chirping merrily, I could hear the crunching sound of dry leaves underfoot. Ah, yes, autumn is one of my favourite times of year. The fresh crisp smell in the air, the trees in all their colourful splendour, their leaves a beauty to behold, browns, greens, yellows, reds. I always welcome autumn; a relief from the summer heat, the cool winds, and the falling leaves, there is something quite special about it, the trees discarding their leaves of grandeur in order to prepare for the strengthening of winter and then rebirth in spring.
How strange I thought that I did not welcome with open arms the autumn season of life. To cast of willingly the past, the things that hinder and hamper my growth, should I not welcome the cold winds change and harsh winter of tests and trials into my life, knowing that they but strengthen and prepare me in life, and will soon pass. Followed then by renewal as I grasp on to new accomplishments, a new chance to shine, and eventually new fruit to bear.
To often we try to hold on to our past glories, fame, and accomplishments and so just stagnate. Fearing the winds of change, the shedding of the old, clinging to them as if each thing we loose bring us nearer to our end. I try now to welcome life’s winds of change, to embrace them as a friend, to know they prepare me for greater accomplishments further along the line.
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