winds of change
Life, as a whole, is an ever changing feature. It is the mountain that is chipped away by the winds; it is the river that slowly gains girth as it erodes the earth around it; it is the climate that changes from hot to cold to hot once more.
To exist in the center of this life, is, in itself, a major accomplishment - some would argue that to remain completely unchanged after years and years on this rock is a terrible fate. I would go so far as to say that it is an accomplishment. Things change; that is an inevitability of life.
Nothing will stay the same forever, people die, people grow detatched from seemingly permanently attached friends, people make new friends.
It's a crazy thought that for the five years following high school, nothing in my life has changed. Changed as far as a permanant change; I have seen and done many things, but when it all comes back to square one, I am still the same pudgy, unemployed, emo, white-boy-fro-wearing, idiot I was back then, living in my parents' garage.
That, to me, is not depressing, no. I don't feel 'sad' that I haven't, accomplished more; in fact, I begin to wonder if it's even a possibility that I CAN affect. Am I supposed to? Is trying futile? I control my destiny, but with destiny always changing with something as simple as the wind, what IS it that I control?
In the grand, grand, grand scheme of things, all I seem to control is one fleeting moment in one fleeting life on one fleeting planet.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
To exist in the center of this life, is, in itself, a major accomplishment - some would argue that to remain completely unchanged after years and years on this rock is a terrible fate. I would go so far as to say that it is an accomplishment. Things change; that is an inevitability of life.
Nothing will stay the same forever, people die, people grow detatched from seemingly permanently attached friends, people make new friends.
It's a crazy thought that for the five years following high school, nothing in my life has changed. Changed as far as a permanant change; I have seen and done many things, but when it all comes back to square one, I am still the same pudgy, unemployed, emo, white-boy-fro-wearing, idiot I was back then, living in my parents' garage.
That, to me, is not depressing, no. I don't feel 'sad' that I haven't, accomplished more; in fact, I begin to wonder if it's even a possibility that I CAN affect. Am I supposed to? Is trying futile? I control my destiny, but with destiny always changing with something as simple as the wind, what IS it that I control?
In the grand, grand, grand scheme of things, all I seem to control is one fleeting moment in one fleeting life on one fleeting planet.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.