Contemplating

Every day I come to the office and look at a specific a group of trees. I pay attention to the changes in them and watch them show me the seasons as they change. Now most of the leaves have turned a golden yellow and have started falling off. There are empty places where you can see the bareness of some of the branches. Winter is ahead.

It would be cool to take a picture of them every single day from the exact same spot so these changes can be played back like a movie. Much like we do with our past, we play it back like a movie. I watch flashes of mine like old reruns. There are some of these movies that I enjoy and others that I do not. I find that I focus more on the past memories that are not so favorable and it keeps me in this sadness - like the bare branches on the trees. These memories are not fruitful. I must allow myself to forgive my past and to look forward to each day with the eagerness and lightheartedness of a child who knows nothing other than that they are.