Just as the leaves float away on the breeze, so we are thrown to the wind; or shelved in layers of wood and earth to be forgotten, having served our purpose in this life. The one sure thing about life, is death. Some life cycles (or sentences!)are much longer than others. Trees can live for hundreds of years; but not the leaves, thier time is short.
Why do we cling so to the warm beating heart; because it is the only thing we know about? Even the smallest insect clings to life and tries to fly again, if grounded or hurt in a storm.
But aging is a funny thing. Some people are old by the time they reach forty; were never really young! They are happy to settle down into middle age and make all the preparations for the big day, whenever it should come. Be prepared! And they are prepared. (sad people!) These are the leaves that change colour first; the ones we hardly notice, as they slip away from this world. They may be first to go, but still made their mark. Or did they?
I’d see myself as one of the rather flamboyant leaves, that keeps very busy rustling around the others in the tree, making sure all the work that needs to be done is happening. Lovely co-ordinating colours of reds, yellows and oranges; needing to draw the eye (therefore writing a blog!), dismissing the fact that it is a sad time, just an extention of what has to be. A curly colourful leaf , merrily drifting on the wind; landing and dancing with a hop, a skip and a jump along the pavement, refusing to stick in the hedge or dash under a car wheel like a loser; but fly, fly high, that would be me, never give up. Alive till the end.
And yet time marches, marches and the next generation are showing signs of greying hair, flabby waistlines and tired eyes. I so wish I could stop it for them! Time flies they say, and yes, I’d like to stay.
Of course I would; stay and see how the next best thing to Cameron and Obama continues to make mistakes that are forgiven. Stay and see my childrens childrens children nag parents for the latest new communication tool. (Perhaps they won’t need to, it may be implanted at birth!) Stay and see an aging Simon Cowell doing TV ads to earn a quid or two.
The progression of the circle of life will not permit this; throw me to the wind.
I must fly!
Part of Free Write Friday. #FWF