Everyone is concerned only with the very fact of "death", the fact of the "end." Nobody cares how beautiful it is. Nobody needs preludes, everyone is discussing the ending. It's like taking a book and reading only the first and last pages, and pretending to know it. At the beginning you get to know the character, and at the end you see his tragic death. And then you tell everyone and everyone that the book is boring, crying rubbish. And it will forever remain a secret for you that the book is cyclical, and its character is a phoenix. So it is with the fall. Everyone sees only the falling leaves, its rotting, empty nests and streets, dying flowers and bare trees. And no one, absolutely no one cares that this will be followed by a revival! That this death, this end is a prelude to a wonderful beginning, to spring! No one realizes that nature needs a break from the eternal maintenance of life. No one is interested in the fact that the more beautiful and tragic death will be, the more beautiful its marvelous, inimitable return to the stage in the role of life will be. Everyone has forgotten that life and death are two integral parts of one whole, they have lost the ability to enjoy the second as well as the first. People have limited themselves, linking "death" with the "end", while it, on the contrary, is the beginning. People have become accustomed to looking into the present, without going beyond the narrow framework of their horizons, and have completely forgotten about the presence of the future.
Everyone says "Live in the present!" And I say "Live." Just live.
This day will be followed by the next, and if, suddenly, it does not follow, then others will see it. The sun always rises, a new day always begins. It doesn't depend on faith, doesn't depend on desire. There is always a future, even after death. I said for a reason that autumn is an amazing, magical time. Autumn kills life, giving birth to a new one. Life begins in death. The darkest time is always before dawn. Be patient and enjoy death as you would enjoy life.
Do not hurry. Don't run away from the street. Don't run away from Autumn. Don't run from the cold.
Stay just a couple of minutes.
Just stand in the middle of the world, be all alone.
Only you and autumn, and no one else.
Feel her scent, feel her care, with which she lets the world go to rest in an incomprehensibly beautiful way. Feel the bitterness with which she sprinkles the withering earth with rain. Know the calmness that comes when you barely realize that this affectionate murder is being committed to create life. Freeze, hear the quiet, dreary singing, inspired by a feeling of clear confidence - everything will return. It will return more beautiful than it was, more beautiful than it leaves. See the proudly spreading trees, showcasing new outfits. Understand that nature needs rest, and before leaving, it gives us the last, but not always, warm colors.
Stop rushing. Learn to love autumn, and then your melancholy and melancholy will disappear. Remember that autumn is a fire in which the phoenix burns in order to be reborn again.
The secret to happiness is simple. Learn to be patient. Learn to look to the future. Understand autumn. Fall in love.