As I watched the leaves change I contemplated the significance.
'The leaves are dying and it's beautiful to me...
therefore death is beautiful.'
No...
'The colors are striking because this is a new experience...
therefore novelty is beautiful.'
Not quite...
'The forest is changing and the transformation is what is amazing...
therefore change is beautiful.'
Almost....
The forest is a living breathing thing. It is always changing. I am a living breathing thing. I am always changing. This world lives and breathes and is forever changing.
The world will never again be exactly as it is right now. I cannot stop this change and I cannot capture everything in this moment.
Although this moment is beautiful I cannot hold it.
Each moment in life is unique. I cannot go back to the brilliant bright green of Summer anymore than I can fast forward to the buds of Spring.
What I can do is be aware that this world and this life are always changing.
All I can do it be here, fully present in this moment, and know that each moment in life is beautiful.
Life is beautiful.
Yes...
