Flux

The ordinary state of continuous change unites everything living. Nothing ever stays the same. Nothing. Even that which isn’t living changes. Like the flowing tide, or the sand that moves on top of itself with the direction of the wind. The seasons change. And though they repeat themselves, they are never the same. Every summer that arrives is different than the last. You may look upon a pastoral scene in early summer and think it looks the same as the year before, but it’s not the same. The bright green leaves that grow on the vine are not the same leaves you saw the summer before. Those leaves have died and turned to dust. The air changes. The light changes. The early dark is fleeting, and then it’s dark. The dark will be different tomorrow. A song will be different tomorrow. A melody you hear won’t ever be the same as when you heard it the first time, or the second. Our bearings change. The direction of our lives change. Our bodies change. Our feelings change. Our moods change. What we thought was important will change. Our minds will change. What we spoke will change.

We should accept it. We should embrace it. We should give in.