Heroes Not Zombies

Autumn is perhaps my favourite season. Not just because of the beautiful colours. Not just because like springtime it’s a season of change which makes me acutely aware of the cyclical nature of time. But because it blends endings and beginnings together beautifully.

I started university in the autumn. I started most of my jobs in the autumn as I progressed through training in various specialties then on into first General Practice then Hospital Practice. All of which embedded a sense of beginnings for me at this time of year.

But all around I see the leaves start to fall. I see the flowers and most of the plants in my vegetable plot die back.

I see that summer is over and winter is coming.

So perhaps this is the season where I’m most aware that each ending heralds a beginning and each beginning is tinged with the melancholy of something ending.

I like it best when I’m most aware of Life’s complexity and paradoxes. It feels richer, deeper, more nuanced then.

It feels more colourful when reality is less black and white.