Streams of Lead

        "Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble"

Carl Jung
 

            Transitions are for the most part transient. Fleeting lapses in time. A single stitch in the seam of moments and instance. Yet, the stitches of change seem to be what holds the garment of existence together so fittingly.

            Actually I'm really not too fond of change. Everybody says it is the best part of life. But, is it really? Do people actually believe that? Or, do they think it speaks true because that's what there taught to consider? Are the feelings associated with our supposed delight for the changes happening within existence inherent to the individual or humanity as a whole? If so, it would make me a little less pretentious and cynical knowing I am not alone.

            I fear change. I fear the unknown. I fear the ones who fully believe otherwise. Sure, I would love to embrace change with out question. To stare it in the face saying do your best or worst, either way I will take what you dish out, becoming better for it. Often times I shy away from that mentality. For the reason that I don't want to feel the unidentified or displaced disappointment, that is sometimes the end result of drastic or delicate happenings of circumstance. I don't want despair to engulf me cutting away while gouging out every bit of solitude earned threw gradual appreciation for fortunate advancement.

            See, I cant decide where or when I will began to enjoy the opportunities presented by the progression and expansion of structured achievement. I am optimistic about the future of my heartily placed intentions and well being. Awaiting the true wisdom of potentially becoming satisfied with the eventual transgressions that refine my ability to reform my attitude through chance.

             Inevitability leads to change. This is always the case. It is entirely unavoidable and unflinching in its swift approach. Uncaring, unbiased, and completely capable of complex unforeseen ends and means. With that known to be true why do I fight it? Why cant I just accept the obvious fact; there is nothing to be done. Nothing I can do but continue to sew together the fabric of life with the tested threads of change.