A very poetic post today, Hive account@slowwalker.

I'm reminded of our favourite author, Albert Camus who wrote, 'Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.'

The changing seasons mirror the intervals of the heart which also follows its rules of beginnings and ends, seedtime and harvest.

Feeling unfruitful is often the melancholic response to the recognition of time passing and the sense that we could have accomplished more.

Robert Frost expresses this ennui in his poem, After Apple Picking, where he describes his feelings of exhaustion and lack of accomplishment looking back on his work:

I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

So, console yourself with this, my friend, we all feel there is more we could have done, but we must be content with who we have become.

We have lived and learned and loved and in the end that is enough.