Is it any coincidence that both articles use "fast-moving" as their catch phrase? Fast-moving is the name of the game when I think about my life — the habit of a 25-year-old existing in the 21st century. Since the turn of the millennia I've been catapulted into adulthood; learning to make "wise" decisions and attempting to navigate the fact that life moves. This state of constant change, everyone knows it, everyone quotes it, but do we understand the reality of this particular condition? Change is a verb, it's an action, it's the opposite of static.
Fire is a great catalyst for change and my home town has been burning down. With the Yarnell Fire and the Doce Fire on Granite Mountain occurring within one week of each other, I've spent a significant amount of time pondering impermanence. The implications being, if we want to transform, heat and pressure are key, AND transformation requires impermanence. To change is to not carry on any filament of the past. In the past year I've moved out of my child-hood one, the house I was born in was bulldozed, I've lived in a dozen different locations, I've packed up most of my belongings and find myself, my computer, my folding bike, and my guitar outside Yellowstone National Park at the Tumbleweed Bookstore in Gardener, Montana.
I'm beginning to realize that Life is about not freaking out every time something doesn't go according to my plan. Not hating myself when my worst nightmare comes true. Not blaming others for the experience I have. Not knowing the answers is perfectly ok. And knowing what I don't want is half the form.
Trans-form. ORIGIN from Latin trans ‘across.’ ORIGIN verb, from Latin formare ‘to form.’
.jpg)
Fire is a great catalyst for change and my home town has been burning down. With the Yarnell Fire and the Doce Fire on Granite Mountain occurring within one week of each other, I've spent a significant amount of time pondering impermanence. The implications being, if we want to transform, heat and pressure are key, AND transformation requires impermanence. To change is to not carry on any filament of the past. In the past year I've moved out of my child-hood one, the house I was born in was bulldozed, I've lived in a dozen different locations, I've packed up most of my belongings and find myself, my computer, my folding bike, and my guitar outside Yellowstone National Park at the Tumbleweed Bookstore in Gardener, Montana.
I'm beginning to realize that Life is about not freaking out every time something doesn't go according to my plan. Not hating myself when my worst nightmare comes true. Not blaming others for the experience I have. Not knowing the answers is perfectly ok. And knowing what I don't want is half the form.
Trans-form. ORIGIN from Latin trans ‘across.’ ORIGIN verb, from Latin formare ‘to form.’
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment