“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” Albert Camus
There are three types of people in the world;
- People who think butterflies are prettier than moths
- Those who are ambivalent
- People who think moths are prettier than butterflies
I like to think that I fall into the later, and it’s the same with spring and autumn. The darker shades of life are just as, if not more, beautiful than the pastel new beginnings.
My preference for autumn also lies in other things as well. It used to be that time of the year preparing to hunker down for winter, although we don’t need to do it now I think there still is a similar feeling. That sluggish preamble where the thought of “I better do it now, or it won’t happen before the new year” comes to mind.
On to the educational portion of the post, about Monsieur Camus! Albert Camus who didn’t have the smoothest of lives. Born and raised in poverty shortly after the WW1 in France, he literally working his way out of it and into a university degree. He had, like many young boys and men, had his heart set on a promising football career which was cut short by a bout of tuberculosis. Philosophy and politics ruled most of his life, as he knew all too keenly what it was like to live in poverty, he did what he could to bring about change with his actions and writings. Albert even won a Nobel Prize in literature for his work. Sadly his life was cut short in a car accident, on a whim he took the car with his publisher instead of the train with his wife and children- the unused ticket still in his pocket when he died. To read more about Albert Camus, and his work click through here!