Keep changing, even when there’s sadness
Nothing stays the same, does it? When we want to hold on to something it gets squished, or stale.
And then we might reminisce about how good it was – but that seems like only a shallow comfort. Grasping a shadow of what was.
I’ve found this to be true in friendships, in the church, and you can see it in history.
Maybe that’s because we’re supposed to develop and change. When we do, there are new experiences and new joys. New memories are made.
But we can’t hold on to those either. We have to keep living and writing the story. We can’t stay stationary. But moving means also that you lose some things along the way. Because times change and people change and places change.
I’m sad about the loss of the way things were – 3 years ago, or last year, or even a month ago. But I can’t stay here – I need to forge ahead with the new, with the changes.
The really sweet pieces are the ones you get to keep, the people that change too and continue with you along the way.