My mother sent me an email today to tell me that she'd thought I'd like this quote:
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.Albert Camus said that, the great French existentialist.
How beautiful and how relatable, which isn't something I often associate with existentialism.
I more associate it with the glib phrase: my existential crisis, that panic that often hits in the mid-twenties when you're trying to figure out who you are and pay your bills on time and make new friends in an unknown place and realize that your paycheck is the only gold star you're going to get.
Who am I? What am I doing here? How did I become someone who works in a cubicle?
The questions come pounding in, and you freak out.
That is the existential crisis, and you get through it—partly by doing things like noticing that every day has something good in it, something to be thankful for, something worth paying attention to.
Right now, it's the fall leaves. Every one of them is a flower, and I plan on noticing them this year, don't you?