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Divya Pai
Change is
inevitable
itting outside, on a cool night, I can are growing old every second, even though we
hear the stream gushing down the are unaware of it.
rocks, the cicadas are busy creating Even the nights are gently waning into the
music, their tones rising to reach a day, and days are turning to nights with every
Screscendo and then dropping down. passing moment. Seasons are changing from
The cool breeze is gently caressing the leaves summer to winter. Our earth is constant-
swaying them to and fro. The mist is slowly ly moving around the sun. The sun itself is
making its way to the mountaintops. The tiny changing from minute to minute. So nothing,
crescent moon is playing a game of hide and practically nothing, in existence has remained
seek through the clouds. This moment is so unchanged. Everything is undergoing either
beautiful, so perfect, that I feel a tiny wish in a slow or a rapid change, but nevertheless a
my heart, saying if only this could last forever. change.
But suddenly I realise, silly me. What can be Then why is it that we expect our happy
more absurd than a wish for permanence in moments to stay forever? Our life is also
this ever-changing existence? But isn't this like changing seasons, sometimes sunny,
something we humans always desire for? That sometimes rainy, sometimes cold and wintry.
our happiness stays forever? After all, the only constant aspect of existence
Looking around me, I try to look for is change!
something which is constant and hasn't The only way to live is to embrace this
changed ever. The stream flowing by is ever-changing aspect of existence. Only by
ever-changing. The water that is flowing by learning to accept wholeheartedly the change
is never the same. And as the water weathers that each passing moment brings, can we
away the rocks, the rocks are undergoing learn to live each moment. Maybe by learning
a very slow transformation, but they are to accept change, someday we will come
changing. The mist is moving, the clouds are face to face with the divine force behind the
changing shape. The flowers are blooming change, the constant beneath the continuous
slowly and then withering away. Our bodies flow of life.
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2K1 MBBS, Trivandrum Medical College 2K1 MBBS, Trivandrum Medical College
