Thank You, AUTUMN

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Autumn persistently prompts various reflections, including those unacceptable to reason. This is a philosophical time that makes you think about the fluidity and content of being, about the irreversibility of yesterday's summer day …

I associate the beginning of autumn with the first school bell. Then, as a child, it seemed that these calls would be innumerable. But now I understand that there were only ten of them in my life!.. The first ten school calls …

I do not know what exactly prompted me to these memories and reflections: the failed anniversary meeting of classmates, the rapid maturation of my son, a touching song about school that sounded in the city? Or all together?.. But I thought … I thought about the elusive, passing summer, about the years lived, about life …

Autumn annoyingly asks the question: "Do we live the way we would like? Do we live the way we feel life? Do we live life fully?"

This clarifies a little the fact why fall is associated with depression. Her questions are very complex, and not everyone realizes that sooner or later they need to look for answers. The flow of external information, like a tsunami, knocks us off our feet and completely drowns out our inner voice. We do not hear him, but we understand by certain manifestations that he is …

Autumn is trying to focus on the fact that life, flowing in the present moment, does not stand still. It reminds that children grow up, become more independent from us, parents. Someone goes to the senior group of the kindergarten, someone to the next class, someone becomes an older course. We are not always aware of the age of our children. But kindergarten, school, college, university reflect the obvious that life is really not a frozen abstraction.

Soon the first of September, but I will no longer stand on the school ruler in a white apron and bows. I will not sing the song "Beautiful is far away". For me, the first school bell will never sound …

Never!.. It was in the past … And the memory carefully packed these memories and experiences associated with them, in a place accessible to me. I remember!.. And with joy, sometimes sadness, regret and trepidation I remember this time. As my school teacher said: "Everything passes, but nothing passes …".

Eh, to return at least for a moment a piece of school life. See that girl who dreamed of many things and was in a hurry to be an adult. Talk to her at least a little about the future, about love, about life … If it were possible …

And autumn, she will come … And it will sound a ringing song in the courtyards of schools, blow with a fresh fragrant wind and remind you that life goes on! Inspired by the music of the winds, with an easel and bright colors in her palette, she will rush uncontrollably forward, filling life with new meaning and new content.

Thank you, AUTUMN!..