Angel: do not worry, you are just going to lose a form to win another.
Dead leaves: but we loved our form, we loved swinging at the top of the branches in the wind, seeing the world go by, listening to the birds singing.
Angel: have you already forgotten the rain, hail, hot summer? How many times have you complained about them? You wanted to go elsewhere, to live in another tree, not on the same branch, closer to the trunk.
Dead leaves, oh, it was just speaking, we did not really thought that.
Angel: You did not enjoy what you had as much as you could, and now you regret it but it's too late.
Dead leaves: are we punished? Could we have lived longer?
Angel: Do not be stupid, you know that no green leaf overwinters here. Your death was programmed whatever you did, but your life depended on you. If you had lived well, you'd die well.
Dead leaves: if we had lived well, don'' t you think we'd be even sadder to leave?
Angel: living well is accepting to die and make the life you have the best possible.
Dead leaves so we are punished for not having lived well?
Angel: you had to die, it's not a punishment, it is an inescapable fact. The way you react to it, like the way you live, depends on you.
Dead leaves so we are victims of our actions?
Angel: yes, but you can change them. Accept joyfully to change shape now, and you 'll begin to understand what I mean.
Dead leaves: but it's cold and wet here, it's not funny.
Angel: I think I'll fly elsewhere, and leave you at your complaints. I cannot change you, I can only advise you. Think about what I told you, and see what you want to do with it.
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