Change

An Immutable FactPhoto Credit: Lilit Sargsyan

Life is change.
It has a way of bending us
The tiniest bit, every day,
Infinitesimally small degrees of movement
Unnoticeable on the scale of one day.
Not a week, maybe not even a month,
Half a year may be seen
To those who seek to see it.

Change is the meaning of life,
It cannot be helped or altered.
Uncompromising.
Even those who don’t seemingly change,
They morph as resistance grows inside of them
Mutating into a strong concrete wall that
Becomes thicker and taller, and
That’s change, too.

I have changed a million times
Across a million lifetimes.

I have broken and healed and broken and healed,
And broken.

With every smile,
I am gifted,
Every burst of tears,
I am privileged to witness,
Every spirit that has lifted off its vessel,
In front of my eyes.

I have changed.

I see more, I feel more, I ask more, I wait more.
I try to give more.
I hold space, every day.
I look within and seek to see the change
On that too-small daily scale.

The truth of change is immutable
The meaning of it is what’s elusive.

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