Where Will It All Go

 Change can seem to happen on its own, such as an accident that claims a life; or where unseen events culminate in an overarching change to the way people live from then on in. But that applies to the individual level in daily choices as well.  A disagreement can surface long standing resentments or grudges.  In such cases it might be the ripe time to address one of the only three true options any of us have.  

We can either accept things as they are, and that is nothing like lumping it. To truly surrender to the actuality of external constraints and be able to deal with them as being just as valid as any secret desires or demands we consider necessary.  The second is to change; my favorite.  To either change the conditions we object to, or to change one’s roll in a situation so that the discomfort or ‘complaint’ is resolved. Change is the tricky one indeed.  It is a mixture of courage to face the unknown without defense or excuse.  It also brings with it the biggest opportunity to fulfill ones wishes.  When things move, then change appears. It would seem, on the face of it, change would be the very first no-kidding obvious choice, but then there’s the fear of losing something we enjoy as consequence for a failed bid to get more; this seems to quench the benefit of introducing change as a solution to complaint.  The third is to leave the condition, often the most used course of action in conflict.  I would venture to guess that  each of these options bring change, even acceptance removes resistance so then a process takes on a different aspect.  I wonder why the sadness with change? Is the loss of routine a response to laziness or cowardice?  

I know everything is changing, so why the surprise when it manifest itself without my invite?  Why do I cultivate a ‘we’ when examining common practice, and not address the “I” behavior? Perhaps it’s the loss of this illusion of control?  The demand to solve problems creates a sense of discomfort, and who wants more anxiety? How is it I find myself resisting the natural progress of life? What is the common underpinning delusion to the actual conditions of our existence? I am uncertain, and in that doubt, my skimpy knowledge of how things operate fails to calm my unquiet concern. In a security build upon exact and precise understanding, one flawed concept introduces questioning of all concepts that provide a sense of order.  

Change suggest adherence to rigid concrete rules won’t make anything permanent; except a never ending fear of change~ the only actual physical law.  How on earth did I end up on the wrong side of this?