Change is the only constant, anchoring us to our lives. So that we don’t pull free in search of new shores that are constant.
Shores that hopefully give us stability, for sometimes through stability we build a life that is somewhat illusioned as being stable.
What would we be without change?
A mindless stream of boredom emanating from the same old dreary ways. An unending repetition of the same tastes and colours.
A never ending loop that keeps repeating itself.
A madness without chaos.
Perfect schedules with no chaos and unhingement. A freedom that is never changing. Autonomy is impossible.
People might say that life would be so much simpler if we always did what we were supposed to, if we stuck to what was to happen without last minute changes.
But aren’t those last minute changes that determine life? The difference between make or break? Yes those last minute changes are annoying, especially when we arenot the ones making them.