Last week I
elaborated on change, particularly human capability to change. I made the conclusion
about that clear (at least what I think of it), but the talk is far from over.
Change is a powerful subject, one of my favorites to be honest. The word change
carries the very essence of what gives hope its meaning. It quite shamelessly
points out our discomfort when it comes to stability, or let me rephrase it,
perpetuation. I consciously chose an emotionally indifferent word that could
describe any situation. May it be positive or negative we simply want things to
change, hopefully for the better. We get fed up so easily and so fast turning
our heads around looking for a better thing to come along, especially when we
are caught up in troublesome situation. It is out-with-the-old-in-with-the-new attitude that drives us.
As it is everything
that I write here inspired by what goes on in my or someone else´s life, so it
happens that change lately pervades most of the topics I have with my friends.
I guess there must be something in the air or maybe it is just the fact we
reached that age when we ask ourselves what is going on and reflect on life we
led up to this very point, remembering the visions we had when we were 20 and
evaluating current manifestations. More and more of my friends complain that their
life has come to a halt. Nothing seems to move forward. Everything stays the
same. They feel as if some grand master pressed the pause button and wants them
to observe the frozen picture on the screen. To see what precisely? What is
there to see that one has not already seen? It is, after all, them who lead their
life consciously; no one can tell them what else is there. And, is it
really true that life stopped even though they feel life stepped into purgatorial
state?
