Change

The longest day just came and went, the sun at the height of its power giving ground already to building darkness. But this is change. Not to be mourned but celebrated, the punctuation marks in our lives as the years stack up and we wonder where the time actually went.

Change is important. It challenges us, breaks us, and allows us to rebuild. The fact we come back is the mark of our resilience. As people. As a species.

And we can make change, most of us. Because of the varying degrees of privilege in the societal structures we inhabit which make it so – not through conscious choice of ours as children, mind. We have no control over how we enter this world. But society provides for smoother pathways for some of us and it’s important to recognise that and do what we can to make it that way for others. Otherwise, what’s the point?

I’ve been able to make change in this strange old life, and change has happened to me. Some of it destructive – on both sides of the coin – and some of it joyous beyond words. But change happens, as sure as one breath follows the other.

One of the biggest changes over the course of it has been the advent of personal technology, eventually becoming a hugely empowering and equally hurtful force. Duplicitous yet, somehow, brutally honest with it.

I think about it sometimes, my own path, and find it is beyond belief. Armed with little more than a Twitter account and an awkward personality, I managed to change the way crime is recorded for the better. Armed with the same, I clawed my way back from losing everything in the years which followed and met with the life I had always dreamed of.

Change is important.

It’s like a tide. It can drag us out to sea and deposit us back to shore on a whim. And it will invariably reveal the rocks which can withstand it. Our constants. Our safety.

It will expose the things we cling to which fail us too. The modern mechanisms we hang on to by our fingernails, to retain some sort of sense of control while, in reality, that is beyond our grasp. These driftwood rafts may help us stay afloat in the short-term, but over the course of a lifetime they will fail.

Sometimes you have to let them go and trust the tide. Let it carry you to where you need to be. To our rocks. Constants. Safety.

We must embrace the constant ebb and flow. Be grateful for the privileges we are granted. Use that power to lift others up. Because we can be the tide too, if we choose to be.

Change is important.

In the end, it brings us home.

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