Everything Changes...


Are they good or bad? Well I can slightly alter my question and say are they for good or for bad? Mm sounds good...

Changes are inevitable. I’m mentioning the one that’s beyond our control. Everything changes and everything does need a change. Seasons change and so climates. Flowers and fruits do. Tress leave its leafs. Rain and Sun both comes within the same earth. Yes within the same place every contradictory thing comes. And we change too. Tears and joy from same eyes. Praises and criticisms from same mouth. Love and hatred from same heart... Sounds freaky but in truth it does.

Whether these are for good or for bad? Mm lets get to some imaginary vision on seeing the life on how would it be if it were like what I wish...

No change...
Right...
I love spring, ok spring all the time...
I love daisy and daisy all the time.
How about mango? Ok granted.
May flower, ok may is retained.
Rain? Oh rain in spring, granted...
Oops can’t tolerate much rain...
Why not?
Earth will become so wet and all the flowers, spring,
will loose its beauty.
So?
I need only some of it.

Here we go, so we need everything and only an amount can be good and interesting. How could it be when its spring all the time, with only mangos hanging and daisy taking bath in rain, with may flowers shrinks with rain? Sounds awful, is it not?

I once saw a scene in an English movie that I forgot to retain its name in which a man and a little girl were walking along the water way and the little girl was conversing about the shifting of her home. She says she feels horrible and uncomfortable for the change, as it seems to have no symptoms of good. He says, “Well all changes are for good. Everything changes but to good. See about 2 years before you seem to have no good symptom. You don’t speak, you don’t walk, you don’t eat by yourself, you spill all over, you make all the mess in home, your mamma runs by you all time, you don’t listen. But now you’re grown and you can do all these things now” She nodded a yes. He says, “Everything changes and changes can be good. Though it may not show its symptom of goodness in its present surely it will change tomorrow for better”.

Everyone have related with some persons in our life, let it be mom, dad, brother, sister, husband, wife, friends and on. We have been interlinked with heart and we have given them rights on ours. So when situations crash, seasons change in people’s life. When something sad occurs they cry and become blue and when something good occurs they feel happy and cheerful. Who loves a blue personality? No one? Me too. But the change here is inevitable and needs care than a disregard. When we receive praise we enjoy it and when we receive a criticism from the same person, we feel offended. Why? Is that because of the criticism or of the person? To the truth it’s because of the criticism. When it’s from someone else we can take this as a chance to shine even more and when it is from the people we love, it’s rather easier to take it as they are the right person and have the rights to criticise us. What about being a victim of love and hate? Ofcourse second course is painful. But it also happens. When we give time and space for someone to love us we should also be there to give the same time and space for the same person to hate too. If not what kind of love we have towards them will be a question mark. If there wasn’t any change, like we see cheerfulness all time in a person and they praise us all the time and they loves us all the time, doesn’t it seem like boring and irritating? It does when it is not balanced with the stuffs that creates the rhythm. Only when high notes reaches down, sweet tunes are heard. How would it be to hear a song with all notes is high and same all over? That wouldn’t be considered as a song.

Here we can clear the portrait and see changes are good when it is beyond our control. Changes are good when it doesn’t hurt anyone. Accepting a change needs lots of love and verve.



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