A day has died. (nothing changes) When I wake up my day is born For sixteen hours then I blow the horn I want to plug my mind into another source and believe I have access to a hidden force (a voice calls “change it”) To leave the mundane behind Stop leading a life so blind in what has become the perpetual grind and a dis-ease infecting my mind (on the cusp of change) Jump onto dreams, not one but three Climb ever higher up my flame tree To be free and unobstructed see Touching the blue reality Unlocking life with my unique key (embracing change) Now, never more and with pressing resolve, before my wings retract with fear I am heading for another hemisphere upon a tune only I can hear, clearly ready to evolve (change) The sacrilege of losing another day A blasphemy if I would stay There is no other way I am flying without delay Now I can play I love my day Let's play and play my beautiful day
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I got no change back. That was preposterous. I paid a lot for it and with big currency.
I had invested in change.
I know not. (I am mostly clueless.)
Not even, that, what actually is, will remain what it is.
My thoughts find no hold and therefore slip all the time. All over the place, like a beginner in an ice rink.
I know there is no such thing as change.
Today, with minor variations, is the same as yesterday and the day before and before. Where is there change?
The sun moved. My account has another zero after the minus. Another life came into this world. Call that change?
I get bouts of emotic flatulence when I hear that word. Change is this impersonal attribute given to the events in life.
“Everything changes.” Total and complete bullocks.
“Everything stays the same.” Look in the mirror. Look at the tree across the field. Look at the stars. Look at the world. Nothing changes.
You would be in a hysteric sweat if there was change. Right? Imagine: Your car has changed. Your house has changed address. Your name, your spouse, everything changed, everyday.
Everything has a life. There is activity. Yeah.
Even the old, when compared to the young, are still the same. Ask them. Hell, I am old and was once young and I am still the same. So is that bad now because I did not change?
Don’t be ridiculous. I never changed. My dog did not change. My house did not change. I might have replaced the furniture. I did not change it.
The flower ‘changed’ from a bud to a blossom. Rubbish. Nothing changed. It lives. It does not change. Do you really think it became something else? You are delusional.
I don’t want to change either. I’m ok if you want to. Go try and change and see for yourself. Find out the shattering truth.
Oh, she has changed. No, she hasn’t. They never change. Today X, tomorrow Y. In your wildest dreams while you are high, maybe.
Scrap the finguck word. It is so full of stupid assumptions.
The only thing that is permanent is change. That is such an oxymoron. And no, I am sure Buddha had something else in mind.
Someone won the lottery and it wholly and entirely changed his life. Amazing. You know what? When I met him he was exactly the same. Yes, but, it changed his circumstances. A pot of money changed a life? That is like saying because I got drenched in a rain shower I have changed. I have changed from warm and dry to cold and wet. I have not changed one binary bit. I still want to play guitar and tumble in the clouds.
Fact is you can’t change anything. Any nouveau messiah trumpeting such a philosophy has a head injury thinking his alchemistic prophecy is grounded in any truth, – really.
Go ahead and prove it to yourself. Try change something. It’s not that you can’t, there is no such thing as change. You can do many things, but change, – unlikely.
Personally, I think God can’t change anything either. And that is ‘big G’ I am talking about. But, that is a very private thought I don’t want to share.
Oh yeah. She changed her face with plastic this and Botox that. Ok. Another botch up in the face of change. Change has a list of dis-credentials as long as the tail of imagination.
Change is a coverall word. It’s useless. It tells me nothing sensible. Whenever you hear it, invoke skepticism and unravel the agenda of said change agent.
I know it’s semantics. But please, stop changing, because it’s like the Myth of Sisyphus. That stone will roll right back to where it belongs.
Yeah, but, in 2017 I am going to change many things. Right on. Go waste your breath.
I will improve, lengthen, increase, build, achieve… – but I ain’t going to attempt to change anything.