Change

I think change is so hard because it is never expected. I fight it when it rears its ugly head in my life and beat it with an intellectual stick. “I can control this,” I tell myself and began to will my life in the way that I have planned it to go. Yet, I never accept this theme of change in my life: it is the death of something and the life of another. I don’t like death. It is so final in my ephemeral mind, but it awakens me to something that is always there. My life is final and until I can accept this, then I will always fight change. We do not begin change, but Something else. We cannot change ourselves or our journey, we can only allow ourselves to be open to it and allow the change to occur.