Perfect day to update my blog, means that I have nothing to do and too much time to waste. End of October is coming, its getting cold, getting dark faster, fall is here. Autumn season, when all the leaves getting red and gold then they'll start falling.
Spring and Fall
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Good example of how naive is a young child. She grieves over the falling leaves. It may sound silly for now.. But when she gets older, she'll learn more about the world, ("such sights colder / By and by . . . "), she will become less sensitive to external things and more aware of the true loss in human life--the loss of oneself. "It is the blight man was born for, / It is Margaret you mourn for."
Sometimes I wish I didn't grow old. Have a simple mind, looking at the world with an ideal look, trusting people without being afraid of disapointment.
