Autumn

So, Fall is here again. And when I say 'again', I mean the nature's "sunny-summer-is-over-and-now-endure-the-white-winter" again.
So, Fall is here again. How do I know....? Well, obviously its the leaves! Few are already amber in a hurry, some in getting-there-orange, others turning pale in the eventuality of sooner-or-later, many still green in resistance to the transition.


I'm sure there is a scientific explanation to why leaves turn from green to orange but I wonder if there is a theory about the purpose of this change. Perhaps the leaves are turning red-with-rage about summer getting over... just like me. Or maybe the leaves transform with the wisdom they have gained in this year's life-cycle, enough for them to not fear withering away. Could it be that they want to break away from the stereo-typical green look and this is their only now-or-never chance? Maybe there is a message about the connection between well-being, growth and love in their shifting from green to red. I am willing to risk a guess that they have a bad attitude about aging! Or if nothing else, it could be their spectacular finale'...their effort to earn their freedom from the tree so that they can fly a distance with the wind.



Whatever their purpose maybe, I just know that the trees in autumn are a beautiful sight. Compelling enough for me to gaze at them a few moments longer, make an effort to capture their picturesque look, share about them with you and make me think...
...I wish with age I could transform into a person with purpose so deep and a life so meaningful.
...and I wish, as a child I had painted my trees with amber leaves.

Questions in my head...

Why me??!!
Why do I HAVE to...?
Why should I?
How does it matter?
Why couldn't you...?
Why did you...?
Why this and not that?
How can I alone....?
Who cares?
Why should I care?
Why can't I just...
Is it really that big a deal?
Why can't someone else....?
Is it over already...?
They don't understand me...They insult me....They don't know me...LISTEN TO ME!!!...Let me finish....you always do this to me...I just end up this way....I can't...

Most of us are asking the wrong questions everyday. Life will be such a different experience if just the questions we ask were the right ones...

Living my dream...

If it wasn't for that light stream of water getting mischievous on my window pane, making psychedelic patterns and beckoning me to a world behind them, I would've never not noticed the beauty that lay before my eyes. It was at that moment that a picture just emerged forth, leaving behind its linear dimension that I had easily managed to ignore everyday. A whole galaxy of lights moving together on a crescent plain in a 'collectivness' like that of a large group of people moving in a candle-light vigil. Or the sparks that fly in tandem as a firework bursts into luminosity. And slowly I transcend out of being an audience to being right amidst the scene. I could hear music flowing around me and I noticed the sea of amber lights blinking like they were Christmas decorations. I tilted my head and rested it lightly on the window...the little drops of water adding a sense of humor to the whole picture by distorting some of the shapely lights to look drunk and by reflecting others to make them a mirror image. It made me smile. I looked ahead and saw that the scene was fading into the mist and so was I. As I traveled further, I was guided by signs that appeared like they were suspended in mid-air, looking back I could only see the curtain of pale haze descend into the space that I filled just moments ago. I was not tempted to pick up speed, nor could I. This wave I was in, was not in a hurry. But its not like everyday. I am in a rush every time I journey this road, for the travel is long and it is filled by the monologue of the radio. I hardly notice the sway of my body with each turn, the wind that strokes past me, the colors of the sky pallet, the nature in its order and through creativity...but today, its different. I sipped at leisure the splendor served to only those who linger away in their thoughts and surrender to a day-dream....today was a traffic jam on a rainy day. But today, its different.