Change: Memories

I believe it is often not our choice to resist change. It is not only complacency that hinders progression, but rather all our memories from before. When the world around us changes, our memories flood us – however bittersweet they may be. We cannot choose to simply ignore them; they would not be memories were they so easily forgotten. Every event, every step, every gesture, every twitch invokes a thought, a recollection, a piece of who we were and are. And until we manage to suture this tear in time with new strings of memories, we will be lost. We will be stuck in reverie. We will be broken – unable to accept the moving scenery.