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I've always sworn by the fact that the only true constant in life is change. But why?
Apparently things have to change. For good or bad (that is truly a judgment call) things change over time whether to catch up with trends or revert back to an age not yet forgotten. Maybe I'm "just getting old" and fearful of change or maybe I'm starting to really consider what underscores the drive for change and attempting to appreciate it.
Today, my experience with change had not been a positive one. For one, I had much difficulty finding the link to direct me here (the weblog section to create a new entry). After a few minutes of playing hide-n-seek with my monitor and switching between screens (home page, weblog, etc.) I realized I just had to hover over some link at the top right corner of the home page to get here! Cheers to that, I eventually arrived. Had I not, perhaps Xanga would have just become "just another one of those blog sites that died".
Another source of change, which has been quite contested in the past while, is on the facebook site. I truly wonder why people are so offended or deeply troubled by the reorganization. Sure, it is a hassle for some to relocate the quick links to favourite places: photos, events, profile pages, and so forth. I, for one, was one of them. But at the same time, I did not harbour such intense feelings of frustration or a yearning for the "old facebook" - whatever that is. I don't think there ever was one, to be honest. Being a person who rarely uses the website, with the exception of checking on upcoming events once in awhile, the fact that facebook changed each time I logged on had become a norm. I harbour other mistrusts and anxieties about facebook, but that is not the point of my blog here today and will be left for another discussion another day.
The point I am trying to make is that change is really just change. Changing color, shape, size, orientation, name, content, and so on are expected acts of nature. If nature does it, why not an entity that demands such "improvement"? In a time of economic instability, I would argue that it's the most critical time to do so - keep with the times, or fall on your ass and lose everything. If you're not upgrading, you're simplying downgrading, or worse yet, just waiting for death. I'm not entirely sure where this mentality sprouted from. It could be capitalist propaganda or maybe something far more cynical than that! *gasp*
In any case, I must admit that I fall victim, as do most people I've seen, to the love/hate relationship with change. For those who benefit from change, they will embrace it. For those who lose from change, contest it. Change then, is really not all bad since there will always be at least one person who will perceive some positivity from the change itself. Everyone else will just have to cede, or do something radical to effect greater change. Unfortunately, I fall on that end of the stick where I don't find much reason for the change when the focus is on a so-called aesthetic improvement, rather than utility or function. Aesthetics itself is a questionnable matter. But then again, so is utilitarianism.
Oh well, bottom line is that change is just change. It's just change. If you like it, great! If you don't, then like me, next time you tell the cashier, "keep the pennies".
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Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving! And good luck on midterms.
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| My heart pounds in time with the music around me
and the cool drink trickles down my throat
leaving it more parched than before
The music does not stop; one track fading into the next
I dance and dance and dance
no matter the song or style, I dance
But then the tempo slows and the dance floor empties
the energy dissipates and is replaced by a solemness, my own
swaying steadily and absorbing the lyrics
truly, madly, deeply
but is it?
I try not to think about, trying hard
the thoughts are poison
Relief comes with the introduction of a new beat
and the bass commands my body to break free and dance
and dance, and dance and not think
Just to concentrate on my hands, my hips, and my thirst
another drink please, and let us keep dancing
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| Oh yeah, and school's out for the summer! :) It's been a hell of a ride.
Now the sore wait for the grades to be finalized, submitted, and posted. ...le sigh.
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| So we were discussing/coming up with the Seven Deadly Sins the other day and we had little difficulty arriving at all of them, which are:
- lust
- gluttony
- greed
- sloth
- wrath
- envy
- pride
Then it dawned on me that it was perhaps so easy because I/we embodied majority, if not all, of them. Wow.
Well, my contention is with wrath. Am I really that wrathful? I would say no, although others would beg to differ. There have been very few times in my life that I have consciously done something hostile - not lashing out, but premeditated acts of evil. I'd say this sin is pretty silly since it could be too inclusive of many things; however, I must admit that in the past while I have been feeling quite wrathful. The vexation has been building up, eroding at all the walls that had been erected to prevent against these situations. I'm not talking about politics because, unlike popular discourses, I think a lot of their opinions are not grounded in anything tangible or supported with viable options. So forget walls, homeland security, and all that shit. Before you go out talking about saying what SHOULD be done about "them" (whoever "they" are), sit back and think about "us" (or "yourself") because you'll find a whole lot more to ponder and deal with. Because really, how could you possibly start caring for others if you, yourself are uncared for? That's the way my grandma phrased it... but without deviating any further from the topic at hand...
Rage. I've been pretty angry but it's not rage. It makes me wonder then: are the other sins too inclusive as well? Perhaps in the coming weeks when I start working (full-time) again I'll have the opportunity to experience, or believe I am experiencing, some more of those sins. And if I do, I'll return and talk about it here.
For the record, I know I am guilty of gluttony - I love food. And why not? :)
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