‘Change is the constant, yet life confronts me and I am dragged forward, many times over’
Dealing With Change
There have been times in my life when ‘change’ has been warmly welcomed-a breath of fresh air, one could say.
Occasionally a bright new opportunity has presented itself resulting in a newly challenged, motivated me.
But change has also been brutal-knocking me off my feet, leaving me empty, heavy-hearted and fearful. The resentment and frustration I felt at the time, caused me to challenge the situation and fight in desperation to hang onto what was already gone- but eventually, the denial was corroded by the call for acceptance.
I remember so clearly the day my son graduated from Junior School. His friends, the brotherhood, were united in the anticipation of this momentous occasion. When it was time for their goodbyes, devastation hit the decks. Heartfelt tears rolled forward as they clung onto each other, their young souls aching.
As I watched from a distance and felt their pain one slow minute after another, I knew that they were fearful.
They were now stepping into the unknown, fearful of a future without their friends close by. Sorrowful at the loss of their past and resistant to accept the change that was closing a chapter in their lives, never to be re-lived.
‘With age, comes wisdom.’
How do we let go of what is gone forever?
Once gone, there is no possible way to bring back the past-this shocking truth can wound the strongest of souls-but our most loved memories are never completely lost.
It’s within this epiphany that they key to letting go is hiding.
The key to moving forward comes with the understanding that precious memories very close to our hearts are entwined within our Journey of life.
Sure, it is necessary to keep rolling forward, but at the same time, we carry inside us all the pieces that represent our lives lived so far-and there is no need, to ‘let them go’ or ‘erase them.’
Ironically, the key to letting go and moving happily forward, is in NOT letting go of those memories we cherish, but in taking them with us and allowing them to live forever in our minds, as we move through change.
All Relationships Change-with the exception of a select few-the keepers
For me, circumstances changed and friendships changed with the cycle of life whether I liked it or not.
People sauntering in, people fading out, each and every one of them serving a purpose-all playing a part in my journey of life.
Over the years, reflection has brought me to the realisation that some have walked with me for a while, and have then parted as they’ve discovered their own path.
There are those that have taken great pleasure in filling my path with obstacles and confusing signage, in a desperate need for me to lose my way and walk ‘their’ journey-yet it never really feels right though does it?-Like a square peg in a round hole-yet strangely, we all do it in hope of holding onto something we care about.
Others have left but a tiny footprint in the sand, one of pure perfection and endearment, a fleeting visit but an impression all the same.
There are those that have caught a ride on my back- I willingly carried them, but they weighed me down, and I slowly sank into the depths of the sand until I eventually found the strength to shake them off.
Some came screaming up behind me, with limitless energy and promises of tomorrow. They offered gifts of exhilaration and excitement—a welcome change to my seemingly mundane path. I snatched them like an excited child, only to find they didn’t exist, the promises were hollow, and they were never really walking beside me in the first place-but I was blinded by my own masterpiece. I only saw, what I desired them to be.
Many were ghosts in the night, crossing my path briefly and then vanishing as quickly as they came, their images too faint to make a memory.
And then there are the keepers
The ones who lay down a thousand lamps so that we may see
The ones whose fingertips are laser beams, showering infinite rays of color over our journey
The ones who blow the cool breeze our way when we swelter
The ones who stand back when we need to run
The ones who hold our hands when the path becomes rocky
The ones who carry us when we are bleeding
The ones who get back up, when we push them away
The ones whose arms are there when we reach out
The ones who always see the real us, despite our disguise
The ones whose footprints remain, right beside ours, throughout the billowing storm, until all the pieces have been placed and the puzzle is complete.
So in times of change and uncertainty, I always try to turn around and face my path. I look for the keepers that will always be there, patiently waiting to take my hand and shed light on the journey ahead.
And I look for the beloved footprints behind me, taking comfort in the fact that they can never be erased.
They will always be part of my life, and they will always be a part of my journey.
Together we travel towards wisdom.
Post Inspired by the Daily Prompt
When consulting a friend on post ideas, she declined to provide an adjective, noun or article specifically. She simply said, please write something on ‘Dealing with Change’
So I spent some time heavily editing an old story of mine, and brought it back to life.
I hope you enjoy it.