Letting Go of the Past

Summer, autumn, now winter, I watch leaves as they cling to branches, some refusing to let go even after changing color. They hold on as long as they can, despite the whipping wind, despite the raging rain, despite the spitting snow.

I watch leaves on trees dry and curl to a crisp in the cold.  I don't know why they won't let go.  I hope to free myself from obstacles, from self-destructive behaviors. 

I'm not making any kind of resolution this year, but I hope to cling to the peace that rests in my soul, and let go of the withered leaves that grip the branches in the bitter cold.

I can see how my life correlates to my discovery  of the trees I view from summer to winter.  Even when I'm tired and have little strength to endure, I sometimes still hold on.  And sometimes I cling aimlessly unto the branches in my troubled soul, as trying to let go isn't always easy, I know.

I can take comfort knowing that I can cling to the past or let go when I know it's wrong as I search for peace, or I replace a void, or I gain immediate satisfaction.  Sounds contradictory? Maybe.  What's important is how I deal with the consequences or how the consequences affect me.

Whatever path I take, it's okay, as long as I learn that seasonal changes are like life changes.  And, like leaves, I can cling, sometimes and I can let go, sometimes.



Let the leaves, trees, and the seasons teach us lessons in our everyday actions as we journey through life.