Change
Change is the only constant.Change is inevitable.Change is the river that stays in the same placewhile never being of the same water.It starts in the way a child’s new shoes soon pinch their feet,it is the soft face sharpening into rugged mountains of grown-up choices,decisions to be madeor flights to book and pay for.We go to sleep in a warmsoft comfy bedprovided by our loving parentsand wake up as a adultwith responsibilities,commitments and with sheets to wash and beds to makewondering where the hell the magic of 'make-believe' went. Change is our shifting skylines.Cities like a slow-motion earthquakes,are distroyed and rebuilt.The friendly corner shop where you bought sweetsis now an international chain-storea steel and glass tower reaching for the skybrick is the ghost of our neighbourhoods their whispers heard under the hum of the trains on the newly built railway.Lifes map in our heads is always five years behind the reality.The fields of five years agoare now the housing estates of today.Hear the quiet rustle of a page from the history booksturned in a librarytelling stories of powerpower moving like a tide,rushing inthen falling back to reveal the wreckage of what was,rushing in to drown the old statues we knew and respected. What was once,is now a memory.What was once whispered in the street,is now the anthem of the time.How do we prevent change?We can't!We can try to grab hold of dry sand,but soon learn - for the secret is in the leaningand we deal with it by building bridges out of the bomb site that was the past,by the plants growing in the cracks of the recently laid concrete,and by learning that the heartis the only thing,fragile enoughemotional enough - yet flexible enough ...to survive it all. Change can feel overwhelming - or beautiful,depending on how you look at it.