If there’s one thing that seems true about life, it is that it just...keeps going.
There’s really not much of anything that, in the end, you can hold onto in terms of trying to constrain it. It just keeps going.
This can be disconcerting at times — sometimes, we just want it to stop.
But, buried underneath all the dynamics that change requires of us, something is persistent. Something that just must keep going — keep growing, keep creating, keep perpetuating, keep evolving — seems to be at the core of the very nature of life, even as circumstances seem to prevail upon our understanding of what all is happening.
Something a little surprising to many is that it really isn't even stopped by death. In fact, death is part-and-parcel of the very dynamic of it. Life uses death, too, as part of it's keep-going-ness.
Because of this, we can’t really hold onto life (at least in the form of a grip), especially if our grip is an attempt to stop it, keep it the same, etc. In any given moment, we are not experiencing everything exactly as it has been experienced before. We can’t hold onto the past, we can’t hold onto the present, we can’t hold onto our ideas about what the future will bring. Life just keeps going.
And the sooner we are willing to accept the reality that change is inevitable, the sooner we are more free to engage (rather than resist) life in all its times and spaces; to cherish the past, to enjoy the present, and to anticipate the future with hope.
Life is not something after all to try to hold onto (or go back to...sorry MAGA fans) — it's something to accept, to cooperate with, to grow with, to help shape.
