The People Who Forgot the Change

We will always like the past for what it gave, for what it stood, for what it taught us to build, to respect. For we dislike the present we now so easily remember, store, collect. And we still look back because before is better. Before is younger. Before felt newer, fresher. Before everything was easy. Now we know it already. We need to travel further afield to be marvelled. To find something new. Now we are more tired and struggle to remember. Remember what made us, remember that change has come and gone, always. And our minds shrink under a strong wind of time that never flows back but always returns, on our lawns, on our newspapers, in our ears, in the food we eat, in the bright sky we see each morning. Sometimes it is not obvious how we got here, how we have grown, evolved. How did we fit as small ants in the obnoxious course of civilisation? The answer is always to accept a failed accomplishment, an undone achievement, we made no difference. Our future has worsened. That is because we can only moan for not touching with hand the change that goes through in our minds, in our society, in our faith or ideology, in what travels around us. For change is there and always, and we may change without even realising and without noticing how our eagerness is rewarded. Our mind's focus struggles to change and forget where it is, where it has been and where it could go. Our bodies like to change the looks, the environment; peer pressure to please, welcome, join, accept, the tiny section of world you live in. A man sitting on a bench in the park for ten years is seen as the man who will miss the great news, the big changes, history itself. A man travelling the world, meeting the people, may never see the light of change for he forgets what was learned, what changed inside, what made him or her. And we all blame the past and present for not giving us a future when the change that came through is hardly acknowledged as simply the products of our own hearts and minds.