As Autumn descended upon our shoulders, with still steps and crispy air, I began celebrating its first day. Glee with heart open, I encouraged every leaf to change, to be a better self. I will change, and I’m already changing. My beauty shall not perish in the encounter of those who weep at life. I will celebrate, starting this day, life. I will yell Carpe Diem in the face of the mundane life and I will live and seize the day with every heartbeat and breath I take. I will make my life extraordinary.
To stop this gibberish, it is necessary to say, that for this first day of autumn, Dead Poets Society, again, made my life a lot better.