Resistance is Futile
What is it about change that makes us so afraid of it? Perhaps it’s the idea of things no longer being the same, or easy, that scares us. Perhaps it requires us to “get out of our comfort zones,” which is always such a pain. Perhaps it’s because we hate sudden surprises, or at least surprises we’re not happy to receive; so many changes come in the guise of surprise.
But you know what’s funny? We are always changing.
That’s the beautiful irony of life. As much as we resist change, change will always happen. No matter what. Because life is dynamic; it moves like the ocean, tossing and turning us around in its waves, drowning and lifting us up as we ride. Whether we like it or not, things change. Life happens, as the saying goes, and we discover that, without even realizing it, we’ve changed. Whether it be over the course of one year or ten, you are never the same person twice. Experience molds us – living shapes us – twisting us into different people as time wears on.
Speaking for myself, I’ve changed a lot in the last year of my life. I see things in different lights, from different perspectives, and I’ve come to understand that nothing is static. There is no constant, save for God – and even then we cannot fully comprehend His mysteries and glory.
To physically reflect this inner-change of mine, I have done three things.
First, I quit the choir I performed with. Not because I didn’t like it, but because I felt I needed change, to focus on myself and my studies, and to just be me. I did what I wanted to do, not what others expected of me, and that revelation was liberating.
Second, I completely rearranged my room – well, I half-way rearranged me room. I just repositioned my bookshelf, desk, television, and a few posters, but just doing that was freeing in and of itself. It was a physical reorganization to match my mental change, and, once it happened, everything clicked. It was as if my mind was congested and, by moving things around, it was able to breathe again.
Third, I’ve been writing a lot more. This is clearly evident by my postings here on my blog, but it is also evident in my own personal writings and how often I feel the craving to write and express my thoughts. It’s like I was holding my breath for a really long time, and now, suddenly, finally I gasped for air. And I simply cannot get enough.
Change is not a bad thing; whether we realize it in the moment or not, it can beautiful blessing. We only have to open our eyes to the possibilities, to see the waves of life moving, and take the opportunity to rise.