The idea of change is a sometimes scary prospect. It makes us uncomfortable to go from predictability to non-predictability. What we know can suddenly become what we don’t know. What we believe can shift and look completely different in the flap of one butterfly wing.
This can be a good and welcome thing or it can be horrendously disorienting. Perhaps it’s all a matter of perspective? I think so.
There are times in our lives when we want change. To change our look, our jobs, our lifestyles, or geographical location. Borne out of boredom or a sudden event that brings us to a new awareness in our lives or viewpoints. We crave a change or improvement of conditions because we realize our current path is somehow leading us in the wrong direction and we will do whatever it takes to affect that change.
On the other hand there is that other kind of change, the type we don’t want or expect or like. The type that surprises and throws us off our feed. Puts us in a quandry. That throws the proverbial wrench into the works and never will our lives be the same. But should it? Should our lives always be what we know, what we can predict and control, keep us safely wrapped in our comfort zone. Are we meece or men? I wonder.
Good or bad, to me, the essence of life is change. For when we stop changing we stop learning, we stop living and become the guys fighting to maintain the status quo – which in the end is impossible. Because no matter what we may or may not want, nothing ever stands still or stays the same. It either gets better or it gets worse – it contracts or it expands if only minutely. So, it seems to me that we either change or we stop being and become a little bit less every day. At least, that’s how see it.
How do you see it?