All Things Become
All Things Become
All things become
something else
if we give them time.
We ourselves are ancient
atoms lego-blocked -
briefly interlocked.
I always admire old
iron - anything
rusting.
Oxidation is not
destruction. This
is creation.
Each morning I am
older; not ageing -
transforming.
An hour or two ago my friend Nazish sent me a message including the sentence “I can’t wait to see what you write today.”
I read her words and I thought “Me neither” - because in truth I had no idea what it would be. There is a strange balance in writing - just as in life - between intention and accident. What we think we may do so often becomes something else - for better or worse, depending upon how we choose to then consider it.
As I add extra birthdays I do think, more and more, that this is part of the art of living - to have intent, but also an acceptance of accident, because the universe in which we live is so much vaster than we are and so capable of infinite variation. Everything around us is always and absolutely remarkable, if only we look. It is also constantly changing - as are we, even if we pretend otherwise.
I am at present enmeshed in the city where I grew up, with all that entails, but I refuse to see it as familiar. Each day is a new day - unique. Why should I remain the same?
I loved the transformation here, Dave. And even more so, the recognition that we have so little control over what comes next, ave this isn't devastating, it's the source of rich curiosity. Here's to seeing old things as new things today.
Change is the only constant thing in life and I guess the real wisdom is moving gently with that. And the ability to find wonder everyday even in familiar territory. Lovely