The Reason Why Change is Beautiful

Hey... Is anybody out there..? Is it safe to come out...?

Just kidding, it's too early for the post-apocalyptic melodrama.

If you're reading this, then it means you've made it to 2024 with me. Our world as a collective has undergone massive social, economic, and environmental changes. From observation and experience, we're all a bit more aware, a bit more seasoned, a bit wiser. A lot of us have had to 'grow up' fast, just to keep up with ever changing world events.

We've all lost a lot. This planet has lost a lot. Some swear that this is it, and we're doomed for extinction within the next thirty to fifty years. Family and friends, I've lost them to 'Death.' So have you. Materially, financially, I've been setback, but I'm not quitting. Neither will you. I used to have these thoughts that of the ones who have passed, at least they got out before it could get worse. At least they don't have to experience and see what comes next.

But what is coming next? What do we really know will happen? We know nothing. Life is unpredictable, and for better or worse, change is inevitable. If the collective conscious is so focused on the worst possible outcome, we will definitely manifest it, consciously and subconsciously. We receive what we expect. What are we telling ourselves? What are we telling each other?

What if in spite of the crashing existence, we focused on a vision of a future where everything works out? What if we imagined that no matter what happened externally, things were going to work out for the best? Let's just say that as much energy we put into the cynical, negative thoughts, instead we invested into positive outcomes. What if we welcomed the change, despite the rage inside, and turned the anger or sadness into creative passion? 

It's strange I think, this change. It's like we all anticipated it, we saw it coming. We felt it for years, like unspoken phrases, floating like amorphous clouds in our minds that could never be said until now, because we did not yet have the words to describe its form. And now we're experiencing everything. It feels like anything and everything all at once. Like rushing water from a broken dam, you can't do anything to stop the surge until the water is done draining. Just hold on. Wait. 

Do not let yourself slip, it's not time yet.

Alan Watts said, "The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance." Change is painful. It hurts. It's going to make you uncomfortable, like a stranger in your own skin, living a story you think you didn't write. And you're going to want to scream, and tear yourself out of the vessel, thinking you'll find solace in freedom from existence. The reality is... there is no freedom in the physical. Only adaptation. And death is not the answer, solution, nor is it freedom either. It is only a means to an end.

Change. Adapt. Dance. Flow with it. Dance with it. Laugh. Accept the change for what it is and overcome. Change is a catalyst for growth. Change is inevitable, and so is the pain that comes with it, but all this will pass. 'The future' will be what it will be but will also be because of what me make of 'the present.' Every moment, every minute, every second that passes, we are actively or inactively creating 'the future.' We could dwell on the pain forever, and live in a self-induced mental torment for eternity, or use the pain as motivation for recreating our own lives. Fucked up things happen, but how we react and respond, defines our character.

There are crossroads, and options, and choices, and alternative paths. No choice made is the final and only option, and no obstacle or occurrence is going to impede your path once your mind is made up. If you cannot go through, then go around. If not around, then go over, under, diagonally, loop three times around the metaphorical mountain, it does not matter, you're going to make it to your intended destination. We as humans, we tend to value a reward, prize, or outcome when we've had to work for it, or suffer for it a little more, anyway. We learn to appreciate life, what we do have, and who is still with us.

Change is messy, uncertain, and seemingly inopportune, but it is beautiful. It is beautiful to discover for yourself, your resiliency, your mettle. To realize how strong you really are mentally, emotionally. It is beautiful to become resourceful and inventive during difficult times. To be able to laugh at your own pain and use it as fuel for your creative endeavors. To be able to lick your tears off your own lips and smile in spite of it all. To adapt, to advance, to overcome.

From destruction and chaos, new timelines and worlds have the space to be created. Out of the ashes of this world's antiquated ideologies and constructs, a new era will be birthed. I'm no preacher, no prophet, no sage. I've just learned to observe. There's one consistent pattern throughout human history, and it's constantly replaying itself. In all endings, there are new beginnings.

You can feel it, can't you? A rippling excitement, tingling right under the surface of your flesh. It's electrifying.

I do not think this is the end yet. Something else is ready to emerge.