Yesterday marked the first day of autumn. In the beginning, I didn’t think much about the seasons. Unbothered by their arrival, I only saw them as a way of time passing.
Now I see each season bringing blessings supported by its conditions. This year’s spring was unlike last year’s spring, and this year’s winter will be unlike last year’s. Although there are only four habitual seasons yearly in the western world, each can be considered different as life progresses.
But one thing is certain: that each season symbolizes a change in attitude. My thoughts on the seasons changed when I came across a sentence from F. Scott Fitzgerald in his book, The Great Gatsby.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Spring is usually the season that is associated with a rebirth. So, for Fitzgerald to make fall his new beginning in one of his books, is to counter our beliefs on what seasons symbolize.
To give meaning to a season is to have conviction. Each season represents a change for the person, and the person has control over what this change is. Your autumn does not need to be my autumn.
And once a meaning has been established, we must act in accordance to what our conviction suggests, so that no season goes to waste. After all, we can only live through so many seasons.
But at least it’s enough to make a lifetime.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.