At the end of your life, how will you be remembered? Will you be known as the ground that was walked on, the place everyone fell?
Will you be the leaf that fell, faded and brown and used up?
Or will you make the most of the ups and downs, the warm weather that fed you and the cold weather that stressed you, and the changes that made you beautiful and unique?
When it is my turn, I plan to be the red leaf. I hope to stand out, to get better with age, to make an impression. And when I fall like everyone else, I hope to leave a little beauty in the middle of the ruins.
You already are a red leaf…..
Good article today in LJS! Neighbors came over and commented.
i plan to die with red toenails, so i’ll show up on the sand…
I will be the ground. But I will proudly and humbly be the backdrop for the beauty and hues of my friends and daughters as they shine.
I have heard that trees and bushes need a good amount of stress to be more brilliant.