Thoreau once said, “Things do not change, people change.” Personally, I think that’s bullshit.
In the town where I grew up, a depressing microcosm of what I’d soon discover to be all too similar to the world outside, everything changed. Granted it was a gradual change, a slow shift of all things we knew to be true, into something we could hardly decipher, let alone claim to understand. It was a social, generational, hypothetical landslide that taught us more about ourselves than life itself. But it was a change nonetheless.
Not to say we didn’t change. We were seeds. Some of us grew, some of us withered, and some of us even died. Regardless, we all changed. A few changed for the better, and others turned into cynics, and naysayers. Obviously I can’t speak for everyone. In retrospect, we really had no choice but to adapt. It’s kind of like how some animals change their diets based on what’s readily available in order to survive. Well, this was just our way of surviving. Our minds changed, our habits changed, our morals changed, all to adapt to a changing world. It’s almost funny now that I think of it.
1 comment:
I think that as things around us change, we ultimately change and it is rarely that we were meant to remain the same, but amongst the changes we grow away or into relationships.
I guess what i have learned personally is that we are meant to evolve as a whole and individually. And sometimes it is not noticing the changes that causes problems, but rather the attempt to put things back as they once were when they are just supposed to have grown into something different
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