maverick_weirdo | My love for Autumn.

One of the reasons I love autumn is that being moody becomes “socially acceptable”.

Melancholy is an acquired taste, and I acquired it I don’t know how long ago. To me it is a bitter-sweet chocolate. I know I am not the only one. There are too many blues songs, country songs, torch songs, filled with pain and longing.

I have friends who have suffered with depression; they see melancholy as the beginning of a bottomless pit that they must avoid at all costs. For them it may be. For me it is a chance to acknowledge my heartache, my loneliness, my isolation, so that I can stop; to work my way through it and come out the other side.

It is a time of wild beauty, just before fading, the storm before the calm. It is a chance to bundle up, to create some separation between the world and ourselves. It is an opportunity to eat comfort food. It is an opportunity to need comforting and be comforted, or not.

It is the shortening of the days that makes the light precious. Being sorry for what I don’t have will help me later to appreciate what I have. If I feel sorrow unashamedly today then it makes room in my heart for tomorrow’s joy.

I know there are others out there feeling Autumn overtake them. Some fight it, others feel it. If you want to cry it’s alright. If you want comfort, know that others feel the same. We are not giving up; we are just resting and recovering, mourning and healing. Of all the seasons, Autumn is the only one that never threatens to be Eternal.