Change

It seems everyone in the blogging world is talking about change lately, how much they're secretly afraid of it, and how much they wish they weren't. Seems like it's time I did a post amounting to much the same thing, but I can't, because I don't feel that way about change at all. Part of the point of change is that it frightens people, so I guess I am a little scared of things like leaving behind everything I know and going out into a world where I may not even have a support system, but I'm not a person who needs everything to stay familiar. To me, that's the definition of a conservative. The idea behind being politically progressive is to support change, because the world won't stay the same even if you'd like it to. Things do change and nothing can come of resisting that. It's survival of the fittest, too. If you don't adapt, you die. So I live my life with fluidity, handle the changes the world brings to me without fear, and sometimes am the origin of that change myself.

That's not to say I'm good at trying new things, but that's mostly fear of exposing myself to ridicule from other people. I'm trying to change how motivated I am by that fear, but it proves to be a slow change.

In fact, I'm more afraid of rididity than of change. If I define myself, I immediately feel the need to prove that definition inacurate by changing whatever part of myself I defined. That's part of why I started using the name Riva in person. I was tired of living under a defined personality, and it was limiting my ability to change.

Change to me is beautiful. It's miraculous and wonderous to realize that I don't have to be in the same patterns for the rest of my life, that I can escape from them with usually no more than a day's worth of thought. I wouldn't say God is change, or anything like that, but I'm certainly not as bothered by the idea of people and things changing as I see that people around me are.