Change and Constants
Sometimes I feel crushed by change. Yet I am attracted to uncertainty. I long for stability yet when I get a taste of constancy I feel an itch for change. My heart seems to lurch inside of me. It feels like I am a victim to my emotions and I struggle to be free of its grasp. I am so grateful for the freedom that comes from escapism. I am so thankful for the wind on my face, the rush of the river, and the sometimes deafening sound of the crickets and tree frogs as dusk approaches.
Yet….I feel that I am missing something. I cant get rid of this feeling of loss as I escape the confusion of life. I cant help but feel jaded as I scramble for a remedy that never seems to be found. Escapism brings relief but rarely seems to restore. And the band-aid seems to be losing its effectiveness when the wound is not being cared for underneath.
And I KNOW this. My head KNOWS this. And to be honest? I KNOW the remedy. I KNOW who has the answers and I KNOW what the steps to restoration are…yet….it seems easier to escape and to push the remedy away and to rest in the well-known arms of instant gratification. Because, as are with most serious injuries, the remedy is not simple nor is it always quick.













