\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
    September     ►
SMTWTFS
 
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
Archive RSS
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/books/action/view/entry_id/1097008
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #2326194

A new blog to contain answers to prompts

<<< Previous · Entry List · Next >>>
#1097008 added September 9, 2025 at 2:01pm
Restrictions: None
Impressions
Prompt: Autumn Impressions
"Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground."
Andrea Gibson
Write about what this quote brings to your mind?


-------------

This quote brought to my mind nothing about autumn, but the dual love and curiosity I feel for life and death.

To love life is an instinct hardwired into the very core of my existence, such as the sun's kiss on my skin, the laughter bubbling up from a baby, the warmth of my sons' hands in mine. It is the taste of my favorite foods, the thrill of discovering new things, the quiet comfort of my family even those who are far away, and the fierceness and determination of purpose I feel when I start a new task. Life, then, is a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions, and connections as they paint my days with meaning.

I can't say I love death, since I haven't experienced it yet; however, I have a fascination, morbid though it may be, with its timing, and a deep, quiet acceptance of it, some feeling almost tender, since I imagine it to be an achievement of a different kind of freedom and (I hope) possibly a more complete way of being. I suspect or can imagine death to be not as an end but as a transformation, something important to life, as if its life's partner in a lively dance. It is the turning of a leaf from green to gold, its eventual return to the earth to nourish new growth. Death gives life its poignant urgency and its preciousness.

My dual respect and love is not a contradiction, nor is it pessimism. It is something that offers wisdom and harmony as if a light shining brightly against a backdrop of shadows. Then, doesn't music need its silences? Doesn't the brightness of the sunlight give its place to the calming of the moonlight?

I think, therefore, to love life as well as death is to love existence wholly, beautifully, and without reservation. It is to be truly, utterly alive, until the very last breath, and beyond.



© Copyright 2025 Joy-Happy 25, WdC! (UN: joycag at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Joy-Happy 25, WdC! has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
<<< Previous · Entry List · Next >>>
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/books/action/view/entry_id/1097008