Sometimes I wonder what will happen to the world when I die. Sounds depressing I know, but it's strange to think that when my heart has stopped beating, the world will still be turning. Seasons change and time passes, and I will be experiencing none of it, because I will be 'in a better place' or have disappeared into a non existential void.
Again, depressing I know. But these are the kind of thoughts that pop into your head as you lie awake at night counting the stars, or sit at your desk searching through your brain for words to come through your fingers and type themselves out onto the keyboard to construct these fables. It may just be me, but I seem to have my deepest and most profound thoughts here.
I always look for thrilling activities and experiences. I guess you could say I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie. But there's one rush I'm proud of, It was hard, but I took the plunge. Literally. Bungy Jumping was one of the scariest and most exhilarating moments of my life. I remember waiting at that platform, looking down at the river that rushed 50m below. I didn't just have butterflies in my stomach, I had the entire cast and crew of A Bugs Life. I stepped up to the edge, and once I had overcome that internal instinct to NOT throw yourself off a cliff, I jumped. And it was amazing. The wind rushing past, the feeling of just letting yourself go, and then the rope tightened and I bounced back up, swinging. It was definitely one of the best moments of my life. Next stop: Sky Diving
It is so amazing, reading through the many fables here on this site. I have a rare insight into a strangers mind, and through the random nonsense that they scribble down in the time limit, I actually feel like I know them, even if just a little. It makes me wonder if my own fables are being read, if I am being judged or sympathised with. What do people think of the things I put down? Even though they are merely thoughts, musings, descriptions of things in my life. Will the readers feel as I do when I read theirs?
Beginnings are easy. So eager to tell the story, you can dive write in and keep going on and on until all is done. The mystery solved, the goal accomplished, the quest complete. But endings, endings are impossible. You have to tie up every loose end, fix every mistake, explain every mystery. And since the story is ending, it all needs to add up to something. And the worst thing about endings is that you are saying goodbye to the story you created, and sending it off to the criticism of others. Endings are important because they are the last thing your audience reads, they sum up the story and though not everyone likes the way they pan out, they are how you chose to finish your masterpiece. I would love to continue forever, if only I had the power to do so. But all stories must end, whether we like it or not. Endings are difficult and so to end my fable here, I say-
Everything grows, everything changes. A tree that stands past your embrace began as one small seed, A structure over nine stories high begins with a handful of earth, just as a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. With that in mind, remember that every small thing you do, leads to something great, even if you yourself don't know it yet. A year is nothing without it's days, days are made of hours, hours made of minutes, and minutes made of seconds. So waste not a single second, and you will save yourself years. Never focus on only one goal. Because the greatest things you can do, are made up of all the small things that lead you up to that moment.
As the days shortened the skeletal branches lose their coverage to the cooling environment, betraying the presence of the finely crafted cradles that once held new life in the form of small speckled eggs. It is a time of change, the shades of green are lost to the overwhelming colours of the firey red and orange, mixed with the dying shades of brown that litter the ground. A cool wind sweeps through, rustling through the fallen foliage and creating patterns with the colours that carpet the concrete. The trees have surpassed man kind, they burst through the sidewalk, uprooting the artificial rock that was placed over the life giving soil. nature always wins, when people leave, it takes over once again, reclaiming the earth. And through the harshest winters and hottest summers, it will always prevail, because as in autumn, Mother Nature knows how to wait.