Autumn attempts to gather her strength for another assault on the southern lands. It will be her last try; she has felt winter stir within her womb and recognizes it is soon time for her long sleep which will, ultimately, result in her reincarnation 9 months in the future. The movement within her has caused her to begin a thoughtful, sad soliloquy, commemorating her victories and defeats. Her voice is a mournful melody, and gently nudges the sky into an impromptu light show, while the Maker releases a torrent of tears upon the dry ground. The Orchestra stirs, woodwinds beginning to play quietly, and prompting the trees into a bit of unrehearsed choreography to their tune.
Autumn’s victory in the north has upstaged her defeats in the south; she is pleased by the wins, but realized that she has, once again, lost the war which she waged upon the south. She sighs.
Our own lives are this way, as well. But all too often, we allow our defeats to take forefront in our lives, rather than focusing on our victories. But shouldn't we put the defeats behind? Do we look at them and mourn, or do we allow the wins to give us fresh eyes with which we can see new paths, new options?
The past is behind us; we must learn the lessons it has taught and slog ahead, through the muck and mire of the future, paving the way for those to come. Yet, even they will not follow the same paths. They will choose different turns, make a wrong turn here and there. It is part of the human experience.
We can only live life to the fullest. We need to be able to look back and say, “I have done my best. I have experienced life, joy, love.” If we cannot do that, we have failed.