I was driving down a street that i don't normally drive on last week and noticed how the leaves were showing their fall colors. Most trees in my area are either green or the leaves have already fallen off, so this was a nice treat. The wind was blowing in just the right way to make the leaves look like flickering fire. It got me thinking:
These beautiful colors are here because the leaves are dying. We normally think of death as a terrible, ugly thing, but nature makes even death aesthetically pleasing to the eye in some forms.
As we all know, trees come back every spring with bright, vibrant colors, then go to their normal green color, in the fall die with colors of fire, the leaves fall to the ground and decompose into the soil which fertilizes the tree, and then start the cycle over again. Sound familiar?
It reminded me of the legendary bird who would be born, live, die in a flaming death, be reborn from its own ashes, and then repeat the cycle again.
I'm sure you're thinking,"That's cool and all, but what's your point?
My point is, that all life has a cycle. Most not as brilliant as the legendary Phoenix or even an ordinary tree, but there is a cycle. We are born, we live, and die. Well what about the "rebirth" part? No, I don't believe in reincarnation, but we do live on. Unlike the Phoenix, we are not reborn after we die from our ashes (unless you are Christian and believe in the second coming), but we do live on through our children and grandchildren.
* We are born into the world with a possible bright future
* We live out our daily normal lives
* We bring forth new life from within
* And finally die
Life has a cycle, you just have to look at it from a different perspective.
That is my thought of the week.
Quote of the Week:
Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Young Simba: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?
Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great Circle of Life.
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