We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially.We are relative.We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
In describing today's accelerating changes, the media fire blips of unrelated information at us. Experts bury us under mountains of narrowly specialized monographs.
Popular forecasters present lists of unrelated trends, without any model to show us their interconnections or the forces likely to reverse them.
As a result, change itself comes to be seen as anarchic, even lunatic.
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting,for in movement there is life,and in change there is beauty. :)
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