Walking around campus is a pretty cool thing. Fall is here and the leaves have all turned to red, orange, and yellow. It's interesting to watch the leaves falling from the tree and to think about the process the trees are going through, and to make a connection from those to yourself. As the leaves fall, it's the beginning of an ending. Everything seems to be fading away and coming to an end. There's a simple beauty in the colors and the motions of the leaves falling, a place that we should hope to find ourselves at the end of a stage of our life. Not necessarily when we die, but just at a stage where a part of your life ends and a new one begins. As new leaves begin to grow, they sprout young and confused, just as we are in the beginning. As they grow they begin to feel out the role they are meant for. But then the winds come. The snow comes. The storms come. Those leaves are thrown and tossed. Some leaves fall and can't hold on. But there are those who continue to hold on, continue to hold to the solid branch, not for any specific reason, but because they would know it is what they need to do. They know they need to hold to that, because something about it just feels right. They know that they need that branch just as much as the branch needs them. So hold on, because you never know how much you could really mean to someone, even if you appear to be the weak one holding on for dear life. Your perception isn't the only one. So hold on, hold on.
This is just a clip that I saw about a year or so ago. Something about it just blows my mind every time-
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