Metamorphosis

Permanence is an illusion which confounds us. And then, there is this eternal question of what is change really? Definitions can be half as warped as us. There is change inherent even in redundancies and repetitions. We change, time changes, how can repetition be repetition if the parameters which characteristically defined the occurrence of that instant have changed? The possessions we accumulate, the relationships which we engender, the people we encounter, the places we visit-all of it is transient. Why is that we develop such inveterate bonds with some things (I use the word things loosely, it can refer to humans as well) while with respect to some others we live in a state of oblivion or even a self constructed cocoon? We submit to winds of destiny when we are confronted with transmutation in mundane matters. Alternate driving paths are chosen without the slightest feeling of loss; a new seating arrangement is embraced with a servile undertaking, even a change in day is ushered in with a complete disregard for the one which went by. Perhaps we have made ourselves this way, carefully selecting a set of things towards which we will remain ossified. Is it self defense? I say it is hypocrisy. Embrace change pervasively. Feel a sense of loss when the road is blocked, it was the one that carried you home everyday. Say goodbye to that chair and bid a doleful goodbye to the day. Or if that’s too much - embrace permanence. Try anyway.