an essay on change
Tbh it’s so weird. I was trying to write something on here, via my phone, and I went to click on new post, and this essay came up, immediately. Yet when I went on my computer, it was nowhere to be found on my drafts or my published post. This is an essay in some freakish, unbeknownst corner of substack, that sounded really cool and thought I’d post. Enjoy xoxo
Change can be really weird. It can be really quiet; an undercurrent of our existence, without us even knowing or thinking about it often. Or change could be so abrupt. It could hurt. It could be like that part of the crooked sidewalk we trip on. Change can be frustrating. we got to a place where we scream, we work so hard to get here, why change? Why change now? But what an honor it is to change. What an honor it is to witness yourself flourishing and becoming. There’s something so holy about the way, we shut our skin as humans. change happens so quickly. It happens overnight. But change can also take years, it could take lifetime. And it’s also really based on how willing or way to change. How willing are we to say yes or no. A decision can alter our universe, can change the yes of somebody else. What if we started seeing change as a blessing, as a way for our ancestors to honor our existence in a way for us to honor our existence? The often look at change has a queue for us to say, where did we go wrong, what did we do wrong? Change never hinders, it always propels forward. People also like to talk about the boomerang effect, how you go back to go forward. But that’s not really possible to go back. You could never really go back. Even if you go back to the same place you were, or made a mistake and you feel as if you’re falling backwards, you’re never falling backwards. Because your mistake brought you closer to your victory. Everything you do that hurts is actually getting you closer to peace.
Sometimes it’s the things that make the least sense, actually make the most sense for why they exist. We’re always trying to put logic to something, we’re always trying to bring things back down to reality. But what if we just let something hang in the air, let that something float and be this abstract thing, and watch it ground itself like a leaf falling to the ground. We’re always so quick to try to grab it out of the air, cause we don’t want it to hit the ground, or we’re scared of it, hitting the ground. But if it’s floating down like a leaf, and floating gently, it seems to be comfortable doing what it’s doing, and it’s so natural, it’s meant to fall, it’s meant to find ground after being in the air. We are held closely to mother through gravity. We need to stop looking at gravity as some thing as punishment, something that holds us back. Gravity is actually the thing that supports us and hold us closely. We’re able to do so much because of gravity. And because of gravity, we can actually be firmly planted through change. Gravity is , our lighthouse when we don’t know where to go in the darkness of our. Gravity is the gentle mother, holding us as we navigate the treacherous waters of change, or at least when change feels daunting. Gravity is what supports us and we never think about it, until we do and we are grateful for gravity. Not everything needs to be demonized, or as bad in order for something to look better. Why can’t everything just be seen as a blessing, as a blessing, gravity as a blessing as a blessing, the mistake you made is a blessing?