One of the most consistent things in life is that it changes.
Change constantly swirls around the atmosphere of life in the spiritual, emotional and physical spheres.
Change allows sunshine, and rain, to fall below.
It’s not all bad, not all good.
It is, however, inevitable.
Yet change, maybe just for me, is usually difficult and often seems unkind, unremitting.
Change is like drinking the bitter taste of stagnant water. It must be swallowed, but refusing to swallow is not an option, for otherwise, death by dehydration is the only alternative.
One way or the other, change happens.
Anyone who resists is severely wounded for resisting the inescapable, even to the point of being taken under.
Change, both good and bad, is constant, never ceasing, seldom showing mercy to anything in its path.
Some things of beauty are birthed from change.
Others quietly erode.
Others, instantaneously gone.
Today will not be the same tomorrow, and yesterday has already been changed by today.
Past goodness serves only as a flimsy barrier to divert the rushing waters of change from eroding all planted in its path.
Yet, with each day, each hour, each moment, change happens.
Change can’t be stopped.
Can’t be slowed.
Can’t even be sidetracked.
It matters little what it means.
It just happens, and keeps happening.
It doesn’t stop, like waves on the sea shore rolling in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
I suppose it very callous to think that very little survives change.
Yet, very little does.
Hallmarks of strength, honor, dignity and goodness are often torn and attacked the most, or so it seems.
Kings and kingdoms rise.
Power and the strong rise.
Unrelenting, unforgiving, unending tides of external, internal, and even eternal forces pull away at the weaker sinew exposing, as it were, the very skeleton of one’s being.
Yet, even bones may be broken and crushed by change, and oh to simply long for broken bones.