If only it could all make sense, to fall in at once to an epiphanized state, where it all just makes sense and it all just is. To find a stasis worth living in, to be placed in a stasis worth inhabiting.
But ultimately, disassembling that becomes the process the defines how life actually goes, how wheels actually turn, how progress actually happens.
We hear so often that we ought to avoid change for the sake of change or progress in the name of progress, but where do we get off assuming everything is already so perfect?
Doesn't life constantly prove itself to be a series of important falls from which we are to recover? A change for the worse at least proves that we're not stuck somewhere, which, no matter what, would be far worse.
I would rather make fruitless progress than no progress at all. Because at least I have a chance at positive change that way.
-Zack
"And no one knows where the shore is
We're divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
That the answer isn't for us"
-Feist
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