so the only thing with meaning in life is in how change and transition impact on us. No matter how much we resent changes the worst option would be to live drowning in a relentless sea of sameness day in day out. i couldn't choose that.
With the physical anonimity of cocoons and pods comes a second story covering the arbitrariness of life that sends some people change to make them a millionaire and others dealing with death, loss and pain. no ryhme, no reason just events that happen one after the other. i can't make sense of that.
so if I believe that change and transition are needed and I can see that some people get good stuff and some get bad how long does it take before I should start to believe that there is a central allocater who decides who gets what? But i just can't get there.
And when you get to the point where I should believe that allocation is made on the basis of merit- well the whole lot just loses me right there.
so in tehend i am left with the beauty of change, the belief that sometimes it helps and sometimes it hurts and the belief that a big part of life is learning to see the butterfly in the compost. and the other part of life is learning to sit still enough til the bed changes stop hurting and the good changes come around again. |
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so the only thing with meaning in life is in how change and transition impact on us. No matter how much we resent changes the worst option would be to live drowning in a relentless sea of sameness day in day out. i couldn't choose that.
With the physical anonimity of cocoons and pods comes a second story covering the arbitrariness of life that sends some people change to make them a millionaire and others dealing with death, loss and pain. no ryhme, no reason just events that happen one after the other. i can't make sense of that.
so if I believe that change and transition are needed and I can see that some people get good stuff and some get bad how long does it take before I should start to believe that there is a central allocater who decides who gets what? But i just can't get there.
And when you get to the point where I should believe that allocation is made on the basis of merit- well the whole lot just loses me right there.
so in tehend i am left with the beauty of change, the belief that sometimes it helps and sometimes it hurts and the belief that a big part of life is learning to see the butterfly in the compost. and the other part of life is learning to sit still enough til the bed changes stop hurting and the good changes come around again. 











