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...
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...
