Change? Heck yessss!

Change – just for the sake of change. Please. It is a must that you change. You must to change. Please do not stay the same. Just change. For no reason.

Sameness is boring and monotonous. Sameness is flat and tepid. Complacent and self satisfied. Mediocre and average. Sameness is dull and lame. Tedious and boring. Did I say boring again?

Sameness is the death of thought. The death of life.

Change is life. My life, my future can never be my history. My past is gone, my future appearing, and change is the link.

Make a little movement every day. Like exercise. It is healthy. Move a little - spiritually, mentally, emotionally, somethingly.

Maybe something might happen. Maybe nothing will happen.

Some say that I should never change for the sake of change. That there has to be a reason for each and every single change I make, or in me.

What if the reason is never evident? Never going to become evident? Never going to reveal itself? Never makes itself known to me? If I never move. And I stay where I am, as I am? For the rest of my days? Never knowing the reason?

If I change, and something happens, then the reason was lurking there all along waiting to become. And it would not have become, if I had waited for it to show itself before I changed. I had to change for it be. I had to change for it to come. To become.

That is why changing only for a reason, makes no sense to me. That is why changing for no reason, makes sense to me. Change and then let the reason be apparent.

I know that if I stay too long in one place, I retard, regress, self degenerate. Become foolish.

I know that sometimes those with detailed change plans, with the what-ifs, what-nots and fall-back-points all sorted out, sometimes just never get there. Playing it safe. Getting frustrated.

But those of us, who change just for the sake of change, shake ourselves up, get the blood flowing and ideas popping, have delightful delicious journeys and amazing eureka destinations.

Sometimes though, I do change for a reason. Heck yesss!!

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results; we value it in the act.

Alice Meynell

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