That was the legend on one of the nurse's desks this morning. "Things could change." It referred, in this case, to the nurse's schedule, but it struck me this morning in the early morning cold and dim that it applies with no effort to all of life.
Things Could Change. Oh yes, no question about it. Things change all the time. Perhaps in certain perspectives nothing changes. To look at things like rocks, nothing changes. To look at one's own body, things change very slowly. But unbeknownst to us, our body is changing all the time. Every cell in your body dies and replaces itself over the course of seven years. Each seven years you are a new person entirely. Creepy, isn't it.
It's a strange sensation, change. There's even a five dollar word for it--dynamic. All life is dynamic, changing, moving. Nothing stands still, no matter how much we might want them to. And there are certainly times when I wish things hadn't changed. I might as well wish that the sun hadn't risen, though, and unsurprisingly things are easier to accept when you have no choice.
But that, as they say, is life. You're born, things change, and you die. And even then things change. Like I said, it's easier to accept when you finally realise that you don't have a choice.
And honest, I'm not in a bad mood. Just...introspective.