Just a thought

When we talk about death,
It's a terrible thing.

When things die, we feel empty.
We feel as if they were stolen from us
We now realize that they're going to be gone from our everyday life.

We never celebrate death
Maybe it's because we're so unsure of what's next
Maybe it's because we're selfish & want them for our own
Maybe it's because their life was taken from them on accident
Maybe it's because we want a second chance

As the leaves change colors
And people celebrate the season, I think to myself

Why is death our favorite season when we hate it so much?

We watch as each leaf slowly looses it's life.
It changes colors because it's
Dying
We watch them die and we're okay with that.
We celebrate the beauty that they display
& The life that they led when they were here
Then they fall, and we pick them up
& dispose of the pieces left behind as their spirit leaves them.

But the one thing that I love about their death is
A beautiful leaf is bound to return in the spring.
They will be missed during our cold and dark days,
But we keep in mind that we'll see them again.

What if we looked at the deaths of our loved ones like that?
What if we could celebrate what they had when they were here?
The beautiful colors that they portray through their smiles and laughs
The lovely life that they lived

But we aren't sad because we know we'll see them again.





Sigh.

I think too much.