Chat with October

October. We count time by months, but time still passes very quickly, and in a flash, the year is almost over. I just realized that life, which seemed so long, actually passes in the blink of an eye. The days when I was carefree running around in the rain with my friends, now I sit and think back to the past with regret.

The two words “October” ring in my head, but why do they bring so many thoughts? Looking back at the past year, I still haven’t achieved anything, and then the year has suddenly ended. Year after year, season after season. Time waits for no one. That’s why people often look back on the past, to regret, to miss. But no one can resist the law of time, whether you want it or not, days still pass, even if you want to go back, you can’t. Some people say, forget the past, no matter how beautiful the past was, live for the present and the future. If you don’t want to regret the future when looking back on the past, then live well today. God is very fair, everyone has 24 hours a day to work, to love, to enjoy… regardless of rich or poor, old or young, male or female.

October. Hearing the birds chirping in the garden, calling for a new day, my heart suddenly flutters, a new day has begun. I can't hold back time. Everything in this world revolves around day and night. There are things in this life that cannot be changed, I have to change myself to adapt. Adapt or be eliminated. If I want to rise up, I have to face challenges. If I want to succeed, I have to go through failure. Overcoming my own fear is the only way to open the door to success. On that path, I have to be alone. No one can help me but myself. My strongest enemy is me. My greatest fear is me. My greatest strength is also within myself. I myself decide how my life will turn out, whether I succeed or fail.

October. I can already feel the coldness hidden in the morning mist, in the night wind. I wake up in the middle of the night, my limbs numb, suddenly remembering that it is late autumn and it is no longer hot. This year the weather is capricious, October is here and there are still long, drizzling days. The sky is wrapped in a brown blanket, lazily sleeping and refusing to wake up. There is no sun, no sunshine, the air is sad and cold. I feel sorry for the women and mothers who sell baskets the most, the sky occasionally rains but they still have to sit patiently waiting for customers. Without selling their goods, how can they make ends meet? On rainy days, the city suddenly becomes hurried. Everyone rushes home quickly, rarely does someone stop to buy a bunch of vegetables for dinner. The sad faces on the street haunt the mind. Wrinkles are deeply etched on the forehead. The sad figure sitting with knees drawn up...

October. A white ao dai fluttered by. Two friends were talking and laughing about something so cheerful. School days suddenly appeared in my memory. The old school, old teachers, close friends, where are they now? The days of studying hard for exams. The nights staying up late with eyes half-closed but still trying to study. The yearbook pages pressed with butterfly wings made of bright red phoenix flowers, … Where are they now? Only memories. Only endless regrets.

Perhaps student life is the most beautiful time in our lives. The carefree time before the burden of making a living weighed us down. The time when there were so many dreams, even though they were very far-fetched and surreal. The time when we started to miss someone, our hearts skipped a beat every time we saw their figure from afar. The time when we started to write a diary, recording the secret things we didn't know how to tell anyone. Oh, that passionate time, we remember it forever and can't forget it.

October. A full moon stands in the night sky, bewildered. It's already mid-autumn, but the moon is still so big and round. Tonight there's no rain, the bright moon comes to the porch to play. The laurel tree blooms secretly, the sweet fragrance fills the air. Above the leaves in the garden, the moon shines brightly, giving the garden a mysterious and extremely attractive look that makes people curious and unable to stop looking.

Looking at the moon. Looking at the quiet night garden. Looking back at my life. Suddenly startled, after so many months and years, the moon is still my most loyal friend. When I'm sad, it still visits me, listens to my heart, caresses my sadness, flows into my hair, over my shoulders to comfort me. The moon is far but very close. People are near but very far. The moon is far but understands my heart. People close by can never fully listen to my heart. Tears fall and blend into the soft bright moon, forming a sparkling liquid like jade. Both joy and sadness are equally beautiful. Sadness helps me grow up. Accept both sadness and joy in life. Accept both pain and happiness. I grow up every day. I grow old every day. Only the moon is forever young, forever listening to the world of human affairs...

October, please slow down, I don't want Tet to come, I don't want to be a year older. Autumn is still very gentle, the autumn weather is still very mild, very cool. The autumn sun is still fragile, the autumn moon is still very big and round. October, oh October, please slow down!

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