“What if you could pick one day of your life, and everything would stop changing, every day would be similar and comparable to that one day, you'd always have the same people with you? If you could do that, would you do it? Would you pick that day and make that choice?
We crave for things to stop changing, we wish that things would never change. But if we got what we wanted, there are so many things that are better, that we would never, ever know about. Sure, things would stay the same as that one wonderful day, but then there would be nothing else out there, ever.
So can you remember the very first day when everything really did begin to change? Is there a thing that can remind you? Mine is a blue rose, and that's when everything began to change because that's the day I began to believe in things I never believed in before; the day I found three blue roses. Think about your first day of change, can you remember all the new heights you've soared since that day? All the new people? All the better things and times? Would you throw all of that time away?
I wouldn't. Instead, I want to finally accept all the things that I couldn't change, which led to me being right here, right now. Maybe we all carry around inside us one day we wish we could keep forever, something we wished never did change. It's time to let go of that day, and soar.”
― C. JoyBell
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I really love this passage by C. Joy Bell. I find myself sometimes wishing that time would stop - halt - and move more slowly, as I am hesitant about the ever pervasive changes that have been sweeping into my life. But it's nice having a passage like this to remind myself that as scary as change can be, as great as a period of time in your life can be, there has to be a remnant of understanding that change can bring its own excitement - soaring of new heights. Without such change, you remain stagnant, comfortable perhaps. But sometimes it's good to be uncomfortable - sometimes being uncomfortable allows you to find yourself. It's interesting the choice Joy Bell chose of invoking the image of a "blue rose." In history and literature a blue rose was the symbol of love and prosperity to those who seek it.
So here's to me seeking my own blue roses, heres to acceptance and letting go of not only previous times of remorse but perhaps also past times of joy that have been held too close to heart.
Heres to allowing my remorse and joy shape me in the present, but not hinder me in moving forward into my future.
Heres to change, to soaring to new heights!
