Metamorphosis

Change [v]. to make or become different; transform; modify or alter; shift or switch.

Change is inevitable.  No one can stop it.  No one can manipulate it.  It happens.  It can happen gradually or it can happen in an instant.  We may be ready for it, but most of the time... we are not. 

Change isn’t always pleasant.  More often than not, we spurn about it.  Because it jumbles our comfort zone.  It disrupts the habit.  It upsets the routine of our existence.  We want what we are used to doing.  It doesn’t really take us anywhere.  It doesn’t make us grow.  It doesn’t progress our well-being.  But we abide.  Because we fear the new and unknown.

We sometimes settle for less, rather than explore other possibilities.  We prolong the silent agony of being stuck.  We procrastinate as much as we can, until somebody comes along and take the change for us.  Not much of a good idea.

We can hide, but we cannot run.  No matter how we tumble and turn to avoid it, it will catch on to us.  The more effort we exert steering clear of it, the painful change can get.  Why? To make us learn the lesson for our stubbornness. 

We sometimes say, people change.  Yes, they do.  But the bigger question is… have you?  

We cannot force change to anyone, as much as we want too.  It has to begin within.  It is not about changing the person, but helping the person realize, analyze and materialize.  We can push and shove for people to change… but it will never work out.  We cannot rally around people to change if it is not in their hearts.  We cannot coerce change if we ourselves refuse to change.

We can ignore it.  We can disregard when it says “hello”.  We can snub the idea for as long as we can.  Newsflash:  it is not going anywhere.  If you can extend the delay for as much as you can, change can wait longer.  It is not a race.  We can run away from it but we will never cross the finish line.  We will just run around in circles until we get frustrated and exhausted. 

Change isn’t the enemy.  Fear is. 

We fear the unfamiliar.  We fear a new world.  We panic at the sight of the unusual.  A caterpillar embraces its metamorphic destiny into a magnificent butterfly.  It doesn’t know how they will look like after the transformation, but they adapt to it.  Because it’s the balance of life.  It is the way it has to be.  That is their fate.  That is how they were built.  And it is not very different from us.  We were built to grow, to develop, to mature, to transform and to accept. 

We can decline.  It is our free-will.  But prepare to sink in the quicksand of stagnant existence.  We can gloat for not changing, but prepare to be left behind.   

We refuse but we complain.   

We say no but we want results.   

We scrap the idea but we want shine and shimmer.   

We snub the thought but we want happy ending.

Every living thing change, adapt and grow. We need to spread our wings and fly.  We cannot stay stuck crawling on the crackling branches and wait for the leaves to wither. We must liberate ourselves from the comfort of our cocoon. 

Don’t wait to be sunk in a whirlpool of regrets.  God gives us the road, it is up to us to walk on it.  It may have pot holes, rough stones and muddy hills, but He does not give us what we cannot carry. 

We may fear the unknown, but we know that what’s on the other side of the bridge will be a challenge to make us a better person.   It is not going to be an easy ride.  But we should rather ride the train that cross the tunnel to the other side than wait on the side bars and wonder what may happen.

I choose to change.

and I choose to embrace it.

I opt for What Can

instead of What If.  

~A