As the leaf falls, it is not acknowledging a life finished, of weeping over a life diminished. But turning down a new road, searching for a humble abode.
A place where it can be who it wants to be. A place to be free.
But as the wind guides it to the ground, a new thought it has found.
what freedom will it have, always lying still, doing nothing out of it's own will?
getting caught in storms, forced to take new forms.
And as I see this leaf falling, I wonder: where is this freedom that we strive to reach, that is wanted for us each, if we have not learned what they teach?
Because the world today requires not what we have bought, but requires thought.
We must enter this world having truthfully declared, that we are ready and prepaired. Being able to take on whatever the world throws in our path and quiet it's wrath. The freedom that we desire must be earned. to have it, many things must be learned.
The bar is always set higher than you are. You must have what it takes to go so far. You cannot simply be up to par.