The winds of change are blowing across the globe. There is talk of climate change, political change, economy and social changes, and so much more. Change. Whether we are aware of it or not, whether we like it or not, whether we want it or not, change is happening. But that’s external change. What about the change that goes on in the inside? I think that change affects the external change most. Its like the Butterfly effect. One tiny change in emotion or personality or behavior can set in motion a massive movement, for good or worse. This is the Malvern’s theory. It’s yet to be proved because I just thought of it and I do not know whether it has been said before or not.
Change is necessary for growth. It is an opportunity to develop ourselves and be better than we were yesterday or in the past. If I take a stroll downtown and see an elderly person lying on a pavement with no place to go, no food, no any-of-those-comforts-we-have-but-rarely-think-of, and do not have a change of heart or thought on the homeless, how will I grow and learn to help those who might not have some of the privileges I have? Each person is privileged in some way, whether we know it or not, acknowledge it or not. Others are privileged by race, some by abilities, others by material possessions or even education.
When it comes to change, it really matters who I am or who you are because when it comes to change, it not affects me or the person next to me or even you, dear reader. Sometimes change is detrimental to growth too. If an educated or well-informed person chooses suddenly not to share what he/she knows, then ignorance will be our bane. If a government or ruling party changes legislation or any policy that affects the majority, then change will not be as beneficial as in other cases.
The main point is to check change as it happens to us or to our society, global or local, and try as hard as we can to make sure it’s supporting, not undermining, growth.
“We all grapple with balance in life. But perhaps the first step to achieving that balance is giving ourselves permission. Permission to breathe.” – Jane Miller
Time swings by so fast, like a pendulum. It seems life is always in motion. Constant motion. We are born, we grow, we live and then, then we die. Life goes on. But as long as there is life, there is no death.
Aboard the train to work, a friend and I were talking about how fast the summer has gone by, how much time we seemed to have in the beginning and how little time we have now until the end. My friend happens to be a rising senior in college. The excitement of having made it so far is strong, and so is the realization that after this race, a new one will begin and who knows how that will compare to the present? My friend dreads being lost in the motion of time, swinging from work to home and back, from eating to sleeping and back, and other repetitive stuff that personally not find appealing but necessary. Many people I know, including myself, live from the ‘To-Do List’ – always buried in a hive of activities. This is so especially in ‘developed‘ countries where everyday is a race against time… and money. From conferences to meetings and back again. If in college, from back-to-back classes to daily shifts at the cafeteria or wherever the workplace may be. To and from, the time bob swings. Before we know it, graduation is around the corner and we join the rest of the world in that continuum. We work and live to work. In our last moments, depending on how well and fully we lived, we wish we had more time to live again. That’s the sad reality and cruelty of running out of time.
As I look ahead to the future, all I can think of is what I want to do. I imagine getting that well-paying job, living in a posh suburb, having a family, and much more. I seldom look at the little things that swing along with the time bob. In the end, those little things will matter. Those little things like doing nothing, being happy for others and for myself, finding joy and helping others find joy. Those little things that we so often neglect because we are being carried away in a whirlwind of activities on a daily basis without even knowing it. It’s like being on a journey without a destination. The goal is to find balance in life. In the end, it’s not how long we lived but how well we lived.