Change

Another day, Another Lesson. About oneself, about the ever-changing environment we live in.

‘Sweeping generalizations may not be the order of the day, one size does not fit all.’ How true. I grapple with this thought, push it against the ropes and move in for the coup de grace.

Subdued. Now as that deliberation has been moved out of the way, I think it is safe to assume that people, all people, are complex in nature. Degrees may vary (yes, they do), but complex, they are.

The knee-jerk-question, why?, raises its curved head, oh-so-expectedly. Tell me, answer me, it prods.

People, are complex. Because they are constantly evolving, leaping from one state of awareness to another, quantum relays, from the concrete reality to a surreal subconscious, from truth to trance; with every fleeting moment, re-inventing themselves and their understanding of this warped world in the process.

Knowingly, unknowingly, doesn’t matter.

Absorbing, imbibing, bit by bit, refurbishing their Mona Lisa with every additional brush-stroke.

Change, by its own accord, can choose to be very demanding. With the passage of time, I have learnt that Change can be quite a formidable opponent. To stand upright in the face of its demands, to take a stance with swords drawn, criss-cross afore the eyes, raw blades gleaming in the high noon, jagged rays bouncing back and forth, requires an unflinching gaze, which says, ‘Bring it on’.