Tuesday, November 24, 2009

fall

This is the tree outside my window. Every year, its the first tree to start shedding, but its always the last to drop its final leaves.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm like this tree. Stubborn in my ways to complete change, hanging on to that last little bit.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”

Much like fall, its time for change.

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