In the journey of life, change is inevitable and I say that unironically.
Why “unironically”?
Because people have repeated “change is inevitable” to high heaven and it often comes off like a word hash brown, fresh off the shelf of a cooling rack; toasty, delicious, yet ultimately unhealthy, factually fast food language.
Yet so as the hash brown is delicious, so is the language of ‘change is inevitable’, only to be appreciated if it is savored properly.
If it seems a little strange to you that I’m writing about hash browns and change, know that it is for me too, but it is one of those changes I see from 2025 – the sort that involves taking on random streams of thought and fashioning them into the rivulets that add into a current that move forward, summing into a flow.
I do wonder a little bit about whether there’s a consistent pattern though.
I find that I’ve become a bit more thoughtful about things like these – that I have a higher discernment for what constitutes quality thoughts, while at the same time holding the small blessing of being able to evaluate things in light of a larger goal of social change and transformation through the development of content, ideas, and otherwise.
It sometimes feels like I am in the middle of a grand dialectic with the world, one where I stand in the marginal territories of an evanescent frontier, fighting against a world that I do not want to come to pass, aiming to reshape it to my will.
I think about so many things.
Biology, willpower, society. Mind, hand, money. Power, politics, philosophy.
Birth, life, age, death; competition, progress, history; nation, spirituality, world; destiny, history, legacy.
It seems to me that these words now come out easily from me, not from the outer rim of the deeper examined mind, but instead from the surface – not from a deepened reading, but instead from the unironic expression of my outwardly expressed thoughts.
On observing myself and the pattern of these thoughts, it seems a little strange to me.
Is it really normal that such things would come out just on a casual reading of things?
Sometimes, it seems silly that all these thoughts should reverberate inside the mind of a single person, and sillier to contemplate and realize that it is a mind that may not be richer than that of any single other person I’ve seen in my life even if they were less articulate, less able to express what proceeds from the edge of the tongue, yet one that may not be less rich than that of the someone with the higher-resolution pen there to inscribe in quantum spectrality truth in construction a reality filtered through prisms grander than I dare imagine.
We live in a grand world, a pool filled with many incredible people.
I suppose it is not too much to ask to make a small mark in that world, yes?
