Hello, bloggers.

In one of my recent post I talked about change.  One of our readers asked how we can know whether a change will result in something positive, or whether rocking the boat will lead you over the rapids and over the waterfall, crashing to your doom.

I believe we probably never know which way it will go.  It’s like wondering whether a given snowflake is going to end up in a beautiful, gentle flurries or a raging blizzard.

I embrace change, which I perceive as against the gene structure of the human species.

We like to live in green pastures, unencumbered by problems and adversity, going through life in a very predictable, wonderful, comfortable situation.  For some reason, after awhile I find that boring, so I like to jump over the fence, rush to the creek, hop in it, and hope it’s going to turn into a roaring flood and carry me over the waterfall.

Till this point, at 77, I’m still alive.  That’s very fortunate, but I’ve had many adventures.

I love the inconsistency, the smorgasbord approach, the unreliability of what I’m going to be doing.  I find it exciting.  Is it all good?  I don’t know.  It depends on how you define good.

I define it as “not being where I was yesterday and last year, and hoping that next year and the year after, I’ll be someplace else, in my physical form but also mentally and in my perceptions.

Some will say that that is losing your balance, because forgetting where you came from is disavowing history.  But I look on it as exciting, exploratory, new thinking.

I always think of this universe after the Big Bang, rushing headlong in all directions, helter-skelter, and I think of myself as following at the tail end, but not just standing there with my eyes and mouth wide open, just watching it like a statue...  but being part of it!  To me, being part of it means change.

I don’t march in every parade.  I still have a social and personal conscience, a set of rules and regulations that I live by.  You won’t find me in the nudist parade, walking down the street erect, to some grand bathhouse at the end of the street.

There’s a lot of things I feel very passionate about, and a lot of things I really don’t care about.

Maybe we pick our own change.  It’s better than picking our nose.  But just remember that you probably won’t get in as much trouble for picking your nose as you will for picking your change.

Onward and upward,
Matt