October Lessons

October has arrived with insistence, and yet summer fights to hang on. Sound familiar? Letting go? Or trying to? Relationships, friendships, like nature itself—the trees, the flowers, the plants-- all have their seasons. Some come back. Others fall away into something else. And some become memories.

When traveling recently, I looked down from the plane onto cities and vast expanses of land, and I wondered just what makes us think so much. What makes us worry so much. Are we really anything more than anything else? Do we have a soul? Are we mere energy? You know, the standard crap that makes us human and keeps us up at night, thinking and worrying and contemplating. Sometimes, I wonder why we can’t just live, instead of hurting each other, insulting each other. Our insecurities are larger than anything below the sky, and we’re so infinitesimally small, aren’t we?
​
I also realized that some people are small in other ways too. Their insecurity is so high, they must belittle others who are just trying to live their best life. If this is all we have, this one life, wouldn’t it behoove us to treat each other better? But it’s hard if we feel poorly about ourselves. When I see someone trying to stomp on others—their creativity, their voice—I realize: They are projecting. They are projecting their self-worth onto others. So when someone tries to trample your spirit, it’s because they haven’t found their own. They are the leaf that falls before it had time to discover the meaning of their own lives. They wrinkle too soon…for “whenever men are right they are not young.”
​
Let me be young and wrong, then, and give me a world of Octobers of letting go of all that weighs me down to an early death. It’s not that we won’t die. It’s that we have to decide to live first. And blossom. Our own way. In bright, beautiful colors. Step outside of the square. Do your own dance. Twirl like a leaf in October wind. And smile, knowing, you’ve discovered, you can leave the trees that try to fixate you to a spot you don’t want to be. Be red. Or orange. Or yellow. But never be what someone else has said you must be when a world of Octobers exist.