Change triumphs

The pain associated with leaving the shores of the familiar is never easy to articulate. The countless doors I have exited provided passageways into that which is considered advance. Yet, let me not try to create the impression that change is easy or that it does not leave one teething on the gripe water of yesterday. For it is easier to bury one’s head in the bosom of familiarity than to explore the avenues of the unknown. 

Change is a needful thing in the toolkit of life. It stretches the dimension of that which we think we can bear and brings us into conversation with the unfamiliar. Let me be honest and say that there were moments when I almost slammed the door on the transformative power presented to me. In hindsight, I know that I would have been lodged in the dungeon of regret and forfeited an opportunity to walk confidently into a different reality. The inner renovations to my life have erected towers from which I have gained insight and a plenitude of foresight. Over time I have witnessed the demolishing of the puerility of my youth and the transition into the sophistication of my comprehension. 

Let me please clarify, the towers I have ascended in my understanding means that I have made it possible to attach value to that which is crucial. I have managed to become tone-deaf to the cacophony coming from the vice that wishes to gain access to my life. This does not mean that I have become exempt from trials, but I have long realized that there are some things which are ingrained within the locus of my control. No one who utterly understands the need for change can merely be pedestrian about the multiplicity of life. For change funnels you from youthful immaturity to the foyer of maturity. The tapestry leading to the stairs of understanding provide us with cues on how to tread, but we recurrently choose to ignore the error of out ways. Then again, I have learned that even the negative sometimes serve as an agent of change. For it is when we are confronted with the unfavorable that we seek the solace of the harmonious. 

Often change summons one to the border of your convictions and interrogates the citizenship of your choices. Let us not fool ourselves, there are numerous times that our hearts and our minds are versed in the same syllables, but they altogether speak a different language. Yet, I know that no one who traverses between decisions will make it past the intersection of doubt. For that requires a more certain determination and the willingness to be unpopular. There are times when the opinions of others matter, and then there are occasions when life requires a singular answer. Hence, I choose to hoist the flag of my decision in the country of certainty and not measure it by what is trending.

So, change brings with it a host of possibilities and its cupboards are replenished with adequate resources. Sadly, the ingredients which make a successful life is not always palatable to the uneducated tongue. For the mouth still needs to be cultured in the language of the new and the eyes need to identify the vastness of untapped potential. However, those who have walked in the house of plenty and who have tasted the provision of abundance, can never willingly return to the ruin of scarcity. Change, therefore, propels us forward and encourages us to move beyond the shadows of our insecurity.

And so, while I savor the moment of my new existence, I try to see the path which led me to this very place. I realize that I while I cannot forget the locations I once resided; I have however disengaged from the façade of what I once considered the essence of reality. The voices which once filled the hallway of my soul have since been laid to rest. And the tranquility which now permeate my being has caused me to appreciate the elementary things and to devote my energy to that which I consider fundamental. Because although change is the only constant, the way in which we respond to it determines the quality of life we choose to embrace.