Tales of change are some of the oldest stories we have. The metamorphosis of a being into another either as a price for their sins or slight of a god, in few cases as a reward. We often use the metaphor of insect's and animal's life stages to describe a change we want to see in ourselves. The ugly duckling, the butterfly emerging from the chrysalis. The idea of these dramatic physical changes provides us with an idea that this is possible in oneself. But change is hard. True change takes perseverance, determination and the ability to push yourself out of your comfort zone. You must face the demons within, to truly change you must destroy them. Change can take many forms; physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. It can be hard to change one aspect without seeing or seeking a change in another. All things in balance. We commonly ask how much can one person really change. Do we expect too much from someone when they cannot grow or change with us? Must we resolve ourselves to the fact that not everyone is cut out for the chrysalis of change that we enter? Should we learn to accept that everyone changes at a different rate and to respect that as a part of their person? In the last few years I have meditated on change. This almost mystical idea that you can take control and be the captain of this process, rather than allow time and outside influences to take effect. Although sometimes we even refuse to accept natural change. The death of a loved one for instance. We become unable to process it. We become frozen in time, stubbornly holding onto something. We think this change means that what we had was lost. Sometimes we must remind ourselves that the fundamental physics of our universe allow for change without destruction. Energy cannot be destroyed but is merely converted to a different form. Just because a change has occurred doesn't mean something is gone. We can still carry it with us, but we must acknowledge that it is in a different form, whether it is broken beyond repair or just transfigured. When we resolve ourselves to change and allow ourselves to control and accept it we can take that first step into the chrysalis. At that point we can only dream of what will emerge. A true goal for change is not the perfection of oneself but rather for improvement. One should have the idea that you would run into your old self in the street and say to them "I was thinking of you just the other day". Omnia mutantur, nihil interit. Everything changes, nothing is truly lost.
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