Tick Tock

One thing in all the universe represents itself as an ultimate constant. Time. Humans hinge our entire existence on the concept of time, and our forms of thought and logic are so bent up and entagled in the concept, that our minds could never possibly comprehend something as great and timeless as God. We love time, for it runs our lives, but we also fear it. It brings about the end of things as we know it. If there is one thing time forever will be paired hand in hand in, it is change. Darwin called it evolution, change over time. Whatever you call it, and whatever you believe drives it, it controls your life. Everything is in a constant state of flux, and we fear that. Sometimes we welcome it, but the general point of view on change is one of fear and possibly dread. Some believe change is driven by a force of nature or something supernatural. The natural explanation proposed to us is natural selection, or blind luck. The supernatural, fate, god or some other paranormal influence. Either way, I see it as essentially the same thing. Something out there is guiding our lives in a way so powerful that none of us has near the strength enough to resist.
A few months ago, I was set in a routine. Get up, go to high school, and head home again, with various extracurricular activities thrown in, just for good measure. But now I seem to be stuck in a limbo land, between a place like I was in, one of nominal, slow moving change, into this whirlpool of evolution. Some of the best friends I have ever had are moving away, starting lives in other parts of the state, likely to fade out of my life completely. But at the same time, things are changing in ways that benefit my life. As some say, God closes a door, and opens a window. Sometimes, I feel God likes to hide that window in the oddest places imaginable, or make it a skylight, but he is still opening it. And yet, I cannot help but feel left out of the whole moving-on-to-college scenario. All my friends, minus Blue, Myself, and a few others, are packing up, heading out and living on their own. Not me. I am staying home, letting it all wash straight past me.
Things change, and I have learned to deal with it. Dealing with it and being numb to it are two very different things. I'll live, though. That's all I can do . . . keep on living.