Sometimes it’s easy to lose yourself in the repetition of life; the comfortable turn of day-by-day existence for months on end that almost makes you feel like time is standing still. It’s like a cocoon that can give you an embrace of safety that on an unconscious level most of us want. You can almost believe that things won’t change.
Almost.
For me the slow turning of the season into autumn is a reminder of not only the quiet persistence of nature, but the nature of change.
Gradual and inevitable.
We may not notice the slow change of a life heavily sedated in repetition, but like the seasons that roll into each other with graceful obviousness, change does indeed come.
Sometimes it’s easy to hold onto the illusion that things will never change, and end up taking for granted all those things in life that should remain precious. I think we do this as a consequence of having memories that fade away over time; no tumultuous emotional experience will remain so, with each turn of a day, a little bit of the pain is lost. And then one day you wake up and find out there is no pain, and there is almost no recollection.
And it’s not wrong, it’s simply the nature of change.
Andy.
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