Change

I like change.  I find it fascinating that some things, even without prodding, will evolve right before my eyes.  I like the way brown leaves fall to give way to budding leaflets.  I like how the constant dripping of water eventually creates an indentation, a hole if you will, on the solid ground that it has constantly dripped on. 

I wished to be like that dripping water.  I wanted to leave a mark on those I dripped on.  Some never felt my presence, precisely because I never let my presence be felt, and there are some who responded and did drippings of their own.  I’ve received my share of drippings and they have left indelible marks, not on my body, but on my soul. 

Like water, I am not an infinite resource, I cannot drip forever; and like everything else, I too must undergo the process of change.   I just hope it’s for the better. 

Be seeing you.