Change...

"THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE" - Heraclitus

Since the human race started contemplating, we've known that the only thing that is constant, assured and certain is change... Change...

Blame it on sub average introspective qualities, or on facticity, but for most of us, change is a series of progressive events that collaborate together, piece by piece, into what we call life. We just watch it go by, or get so lost living it that we never appreciate it... we make ourselves believe that there isn't any change, but isn't every day really a new day? Even when we are as static one may believe it is humanly possible, we are living a change, albeit in the form of time just slipping away, it is still change - change beyond ourselves.

There's another category among us - ones who embrace the first and foremost of 'the seven habits' as Stephen Covey liked to put it - those among us who are Proactive in the change. We're constantly on the run... doing new things, harboring a strong will to learn more, see more, do more... always manipulating our environments. If we can't change our perception, we change the object. If we can't change the object, we fight the perception that we're becoming dangerously comfortable with as each day passes by, if we can't fight it, we ignore the object. But there's always an unrest, an itch... for something different, even if it is my window curtain...

For some of us, comes a point in life when all the years of maneuvering actually begin to take shape... when we no longer need to kneed the dough... it just happens. Suddenly, the otherwise dormant universe becomes Proactive for us. Suddenly, change comes and how! You want to turn away, but it won't let you... and then you realise that all this while you had been deluding yourself with the belief that you are changing yourself, when you had only been changing your environment. And now, the world is changing you, and there's nothing you can do about it, except change... But all you really want to do is shrink back in your little cell, your dark comfort zone, even though you hated it... because, well perhaps it's so much easier that way.

There are so many songs about change, so many Philosophers have contemplated over it since time immemorial, Psychologists wonder about it every day, every one of us lives it every day... yet, why are we so scared to confront it, why do we coy at the thought of letting this current of change take over us? Why do we always have to be in control, even as we complain about it every second? What do we really want?

What are we made of?

Sleepless nights and midnight caffeine kicks... what are we made of?
Love that never arrives, love that's pushed away, dormant years and bouts of madness, love of hate and hate of love... what are we made of?
Stardust and chemicals, dust that dissolves in the invisible waters, pursuits of illusions, illusions are reality... what are we made of?
Restless souls chasing peace, peace that always eludes itself, hushed tears and violent screams... where is the truth?
Is it on a mountain top that exists but only in my mind, or is it in the sand dunes that are blowing in the wind?
Lies that we sell, truth that we deny, pasts we never forget, present we never believe, future, always too far... where is our reality?
Souls that are sallow, hearts that are hollow, minds marred, children charred... where is the rescue?
Cries that are never heard, blame, blame, blame. the flame never dies... but who started the fire?
Too far beyond to retrieve, the savior is dead. The war is not ours, gratuitous is our enemy... What are we made of?

ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS ...