I wonder when it is in life that
we become so afraid of change?
Is there a moment – a preset point that presses once we encounter a particular occurrence or course of events? Does it come upon us suddenly as a fear, or is it a slow stroll towards attempts to control? Is it when we become more aware of ourselves in our adolescence, realizing the impact our world has on us, and vice versa? Or perhaps it happens once we enter adulthood – when we settle down, select our mate, start the season of our offspring – perhaps that’s when? Perhaps it is in that precise moment [of parenthood], when we truly begin to care for another beyond ourselves, that we begin to attempt to avoid the kaleidoscope of change? For myself – I believe this latter reason, the onset of adult obligations/parenthood, was indeed the moment that I also birthed my aversion of change.