The unfortunate, neccesery, inevitable, depressing, hopeless beginning of death. Decay and despair looming. A part of man dies each September. Summer is over. Another year is gone. To me, New Years should be September 1st. That's when a year dies. So does our livlihood, our youth, our innocence.
It hits me each each, stronger each year. The slow waning of true life and joy. Transition. It's all a big paradox though, because transition, in it's death, also cultivates life. A small seed is planted. It begins again.
"Let us begin again, because up till now we've done nothing"
-St. Francis (right before he died)
"Wake me up when September pasts"
-Greenday
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"...when September ENDS", isnt it?
ReplyDeleteDoes this have anything to do with what youre saying:
"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places" (Hemingway)?
The rest of the quote isn't as positive:
"But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."