I took these photographs of fall on our beautiful UBC campus about a month ago in late October. Fall is my favourite season. There is something very romantic in the atmosphere that comes this time of year. It is also so invigorating to see such a sudden burst of energy from the warm colours of dying leaves. A beautiful death, an oxymoron, the last cry for attention before it all ends. Fall gets me thinking about death. I think that death should not be something we should try to hide from, but something we should wholeheartedly embrace. As a future physician, I know that I will have to deal with the dying. And although I have not had to deal with the death of a family member very close to me yet, I feel that my preparation in dealing with death starts from my own internal outlook on life which I can begin to establish right now. I remember once someone telling me that I had only about 18,000 days to live before I died (assuming I lived to average expectancy). This really brought a call to urgency for me that we ought to live life like everyday was our last. It's easy to understand this and just as easy to forget this as we go through our lives in such routine ways. When fall rolls around each year, it's such a beautiful reminder for us to give everything we got into that last roar before the curtain closes.
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