THERE THEY were, mid autumn.  Under the maple tree a host of dead leaves, bright lives gone.  On one branch nearly bare of leaves stayed the green one, barely touched by time and wind, by the rain and heat that that had scorch-beaten so many others to death.

I stood there in the path and watched the dead ones rustle on the ground, the green one flutter in the breeze, “Go along, death, I am not your subject!

Is it the same with us, too?  What is it makes some folks flutter years on their branch, laugh at dying long after their peers are dust?

The echo that came to me was attitude: what we most deeply believe about who we are, what we know about our place in the universe, the delight with which we engage that which we most love.

You have your examples, I have mine; we just fit different names to the ones we know fell away from the branch early and why, the ones who stayed and why.  Not that falling away’s the end of the world, us leaves will be back, trying life again next Spring.

How essential, I thought, is such an invisible thing: the way we happen to think, to all the visibles of our lifetime!

Curious, I picked that emerald flag from above the path, lifted the dead one from the ground, brought them home.  As the weeks went by, neither changed.  Both are dry, but the green leaf’s still living green, the dead one’s still dead.

2 thoughts on “Attitude

  1. I wonder how long it would take the green one to loose its chlorophyll? And whether the loss of it would depend on if it is loved or not? You know, like those science experiments with how a plant thrives with classical music playing in background and the such…..

  2. This reminds me of how I used to go watch the trout trying to swim upstream through the rapids in the river near my home. I started noticing how they seemed to have personalities like people in how they approached a problem they were facing. In their case the problem was how to get up the rapids to reach their goal. Some trout just faced the rapids head on and rushed forward without taking time to choose a route. Sometime those trout made it but they usually ended up being washed back down over the rocks and had to try again. Some trout took their time choosing where to jump at each level of the rapids and were usually successful. Some trout just hung out in the pools of calm water or just stayed downstream.

    How much does your temperament in life or your attitude towards towards a problem or goal determine how happy you are? Can the people that are like each of those leaves or those trout be happy where they are and with the decisions they made? If so, would they really see any need to change or grow? I think that it’s a feeling of wanting something different or more in life that makes you want to learn more and to grow.

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