The very word strikes fear.
(Seriously. I can hear your heart beating in terror from here.)
Change is hard.
Change creeps up on us in the night and takes away the very thing we adore.
Simply put: Change makes my square teeth itch.
And...Change (dare I say it?) also brings new beginnings. Change brings growth. We are changing all the time. Everything is changing all the time. Our very breath insures it.
I often find it interesting (and repeatedly painful) that I expect things to remain the same. After all, our happiness is hard won, right?
And yet, the bodies we came to life with are no longer. All I have to do is look in the mirror and see that the graceful lines of my youth are jumbly around the edges. Every cell within my body (and yours too, unless you're six) has been replaced within the last seven years. I think new thoughts, have new feelings, experience new things. I am also (hopefully) more compassionate now than when I was as a child. Only change (that shifty blaggard!) has the power to help us evolve and become more open, more loving, and just more. Mountains move and seas rise and time passes and seasons are born and seasons die and there is always always change.
Then why do we resist it?
Hell if I know.
All I know is this: every great joy in my life has been preceded by terrible terrible
Change brings me great joy.(But sometimes not until after things kinda suck for a while.)
What brings you joy?
"Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” ~Lao Tzu