The Prodigal Change

A sad but gripping reality of all time is that more people than are expected spend their lives accepting apparent reality. They repel that which is new, different and uncommon. They spend their life looking for a certain kind of scripted living. In pursuit of a scripted life, they lose track of life itself because life is always hiding in the shadows, in the dark and ugly fumes of daily clouds; clouds that form and sometimes never seem to break. - Clouds of the new, the different, and the unknown. The unscripted.

In pursuit of scripted living we are writing life’s script itself. For the script of life is written in past tense. What we have gone through becomes the fountain pen that scribbles the marks of history for others to read. Therefore we read and understand. That life as it has been lived cannot be lived again but improved; that no two lives can be lived in exactly the same way. So even in the knowledge of history, from which all wisdom flows, we still have to add to the script. And we should.

Similarity is the mother of competition. Yet we always want to live life the way it has always been. Therefore we loose creativity. For creativity comes from the spontaneous, the uncommon trails of the daredevils. And yes we have been taught not to dare the devil. Not to try the impossible because impossibility is beyond reach. We should be doctors, lawyers, accountants, and more recently, computer scientists. But what do we do with the other half of life? How do we deal with the evolution of the mind, which consistently repels routine and seeks out new ways to do the same old job?

We embrace change! We welcome home the long-lost prodigal son. Change.