As autumn arrives ...

The other day, I read a passage with regard to motivation and self-motivation. The subject on which I'm very interested and always try to learn more about it. And I have recently arrived at conclusion that seasons have an important roll in being motivated as well.
When autumn arrives, as if nature becomes enchanted. And enchant others by its beautiful colors. All autumn leaves are waiting to autumnal wind to fall on the floor slowly. Hearing the rustling sound of the autumnal leaves while walking especially on the silent streets which are covered from full of colorful leaves is very enjoyable. I do like autumn...
Not only is this season my sweet memories reminder, but makes me be on mood more than ever for writing, walking, and any works I would like to do. When autumn comes, as if all my hanker for doing my favourite jobs becomes further.
It is said that happiness must be internal not external, but, to me, the seasons have a different matter.
It is beauty of the nature that makes our spirit becomes fresh. That's why when we would like to have a change, for traveling or going on picnic we choose a  mild climate place which has also beautiful sightseeing. It means being fresh, and this feeling of freshness gives us the motivation to do any works.
To me, planning for a season which is coming, means motivation. When we are going to welcome autumn with autumnal dresses, stuff jackets and thick stocks, it means we had missed autumn, missed its cloudy weather, its nightly rain, the fallen leaves, the warmth of home... When weather becomes cold, the meaning and concept of the home becomes different to me. A good and special difference. The warmness of the kettle and the scent of made tea are receptive of the family member. In this season, my cat becomes more sleepy, he inflates because of the coldness, and sits in a warm place and closes his eyes while he is trying nothing disturb his relief. Sometimes I say to myself, I wish I were a grandmother. I would knit by the fire place while my cat were sleeping on my feet and behind the window I would enjoy of watching grandsons and granddaughters who are playing with snow. And after some times I would call out them to get back home to drink a cup of tea or coffee together and also have some cookies which are made by me.

Our life is alike the seasons of the year.
If we don't enjoy the spring of our life, we will be enviance  of our past and those days.
When the third seasons of life will come, for growing our children up, we have so wishes, the wishes which we had had when we were as same age as our children.
And when our winter will come, we will be a seasoned one, one who has experience so much, that her or his memories are alike a story; sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter...

Poetry

I like old homes

The history is easily running there

Everything has life

Has word

Has blessing

The technology has not destroyed them

The insurgency has not changed them

There is still yard,

The pool,

The jug

The bird sings

The fish swims

The walls of little rooms

The guest means a huge crowd

The table linens are wide

Not table for two

Not table for four

The sounds of the old ones are heard

Their presence is blessing of the home

The jugs are lash of pickle

Little pot has no meaning

Votive cooking resume

The neighbor has a right

The hands have sound

The trees take a breath

The garden has not yet been a wish

The underground is not warehouse

The yard is not called balcony

The rain showers in the yard of the house

The porch under the mat

The tea is always made

On the kettle

In the pot

The door of the house is always open

For throwing the party

It does not need to reason and argument

The foods are simple and home made

Its scent does not need ventilation

Its scent goes to seven houses across the room

No one has dried bread

The bread is table linens' bliss

Uninvited guest makes waters' stew be added

Annoyances need no consultation

Friendships are endless

Hellos are hearty

Depression is a rare disease...

I like old homes...

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Today was different according to all days I've ever passed. A very good and different difference! I felt happiness more than ever. Even more than when I looked for it in my dreams. I'm wholeheartedly happy cos I've come to believe that everything has really changed. And it means a new life in this new year for us.
My God, I don't want days pass soon and everything takes place soon. I want to walk up slowly in this way having been much lighter than ever.

I think it would be a good chance that in these days when my mom's gone to Kerman to my grandmother doesn't feel the absence of my aunt having gone to journey, I weigh up how much responsible I've become!
To put it bluntly, house holding was very detestable for me; I still pass the buck now and then when it comes to working. It took a little time to house holding becomes partly likable for me. Indeed, I was obliged to do like it but I'm not unhappy! It is by and large enjoyable work on condition that it doesn't be a routine. But, anyway, it shouldn't be forgotten the quote attributed to Gabriel García Márquez "Life isn't doing what we love, but loving what we are to do". Being charged is a one of the important life sector anyway.
It is said that on the whole human being is one third of his/her life, asleep; and now I hold the view that there are some ones being awake, but they close their eyes and pretend they're asleep! It means passing the buck. Never mind... I hope I could do my best especially while these days I've completely got all mixed up!
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The other day, my morning was begun by my cat's falling on my head! I glanced at the clock and noticed it's just 9, pm. And it means early morning for me!!! But I became completely awake especially it was beginning a very very busy day. Tubby (my cat) had fortunately got his imaginary  insect and I got rid of his jumping on my bed! These days my cat's been eating his favorite foods to keeps being a good cat and not to disturb us in these busy days! But it should be noted, it's taken on the chin that he's become high expected and whenever he wakes up, he comes up to me, becomes spoiled, comes with me step by step and says meow to I give him delicious foods! And the more I tell him dear cat you should eat whatever we eat not only one kind of food, as if my words are all full of hot air!!! I've come to believe I have roll of Genie to him to grant his wishes! He doesn't know that he is the same couch potato for me, not this innocent cat being cute for me!
frankly speaking, sometimes I would rather be a cat! I'd eat, sleep, play! completely wholesome habits and especially without any cost such as following the roaches or mosquito! Cat's expectation isn't further. Eventually a grilled chicken!! which wouldn't be an iPad for me!
As for me, when I'd woken up and I saw Tubby busy with straggling with his imaginary competitor while he was lying down on my bed and was acting in a strange way, I was supposing that I wish I were  him and as I imagining, I gradually became sleepy again but in no time it was forgotten when I hear my mom says to Mehri that: I don't have heart to wake my children up. And at this time my brother and I seeming had been awake and checked up his social networks out of his habit, went out of our bedrooms and with a completely messy appearance went to say good morning to mom! Mom getting very happy when saw us, as if she forgot her tiredness, she told us her hearty feeling and also said when you two wake up, give me so much hopes.
I smiled wildly while my eyes was being hardly opened; my brother turned to me and like Alain Delon saying "mother"  asked me if you've filled up the fuel tank of life's motor? fill it up and get busy!"