mry writes

*a brainfart*

Life is a slowly bending curve, one formed by many small changes. From a distant vantage life can seem to be a smooth flow of events, as though an innate force continually dampens the bumpiness. Up close, life is often more of a bumpy road: rutted, pitted with holes, full of muddy sections, occasionally impassable after storms, with scattered quagmires which wholly impede forward movement.

We perform numerous actions, most of which are not typically notable, as we move through life day upon day, year upon year, action upon action. Events and actions that in isolation do not seem noticeable become, in combination, in hindsight, points where the curve of life bends slightly more.

Occasionally the curves of life take sharp twists and contortions, forcing us around corners we did not expect, dropping us to depths we are not prepared for, boosting us to heights dizzying and unexpected. The path we see ahead, when we are able to see ahead, sometimes vanishes over an unexpected horizon, and when, if, we reach that horizon new vistas open before us. It is our choice whether to continue onward to those new vistas, or to stay in our known world.

The curve of life is built on changes. Indeed, it requires them. Growth comes from change, as does decay. Not all change is comfortable or desirable. Necessary, yes, if we are to reach our dreams. Inevitable, in any case. Life is change.