They say change is the only constant. Indeed we as a race have learnt to take it in our stride. Change is inseparable from our activities and over time we accept it, whether consciously or subconsciously. The idea that time heals all wounds is but based on this ability of people to adopt to change in their lives.
Nature itself presents change to us every few months in the form of evolving seasons- from the radiant brightness, to the grey moistness to the crimson hue and finally the serene whiteness. And we being creatures of habit adapt to this constant change. How oxymoronic is that?
Think of Darwin and his theory of evolution survival of the fittest and all of that. The most supreme species is that which can acclimatize to its surroundings and adapt to survive. And adapt is what we do whenever change presents itself whether easy or tough, whether desirable or hateful!
But every once in a while, a change comes along which seems devastating to even perceive. The very thought of it disturbs the peace of mind that we are always seeking to maintain. And that is the true test of our perseverance and will power learning to accept the painful inevitable. Once you imbibe the actual change it may not be as bad as imagined. Yet managing to reach that stage of acceptance is a battle in its own right. A battle of the desire to feel secure and happy with the need to evolve and grow. A battle of what is effortless and painless with what is hurtful and necessary. In short a battle of the quiet determination of the mind with the persistent denial of the heart! And emerging victorious is not easy but what is even more heartbreaking is that it is not an option!
