Winds of Change

The winds of change that sweeeps through our lives never ceases to blow over. Day in day out, the sun rises and sets. Our world continues to spin on an ever slowing, repetitive gait of never-ending night and day. Amid the pseudo-regular ecents of everyday life is a myriad of changes.

Trickling streams that carve the way for the grat rivers to grow into. They meander upon stoic earth letting the land set their paths toward the great sea. As the salty giant eats away at the never-ending river, he feeds the skies with an endless supply of vapors. Ingredients with which to make their smoky blankets. The cycle repeats as the clouds bring the moisture back to the mountains where the rivers spring forth. Always a constant flow of regulated movement.

These cycles mask within them changes unnoticed lest one pays attention to them. Changes rarely make themselves known lest you make the effort to look out for them. A flower in bloom does not make any noise. Only those who look out for it will see. Changes are just like the rose; silent actors in life.

Change is the only constant that stays true in this rhythm filled universe we live in. All things repeat, yet nothing happens twice. Latch on as hard as you can to the passing breeze. For those who remain stationary may as well find themselves stranded in confusion. Left behind by the rest of the world in time.

Complain not of storms, droughts and loss. These agents of clear change are perhaps the kindest and most honest. Learn from them. They will pass.