Change sometimes comes soft and slow; sometimes hard and fast. Change is inevitable. And when it arrives, sometimes it washes over you like a hot shower after a long day—you feel clean, soothed, and new as you’re stripped of the skin cells from the old you. Other times, Change feels like hellfire.
But they lied to us when they said Change is the only constant in this world. Most days, we all like to pretend we don’t know Death—another one of life’s inescapable fates. Every life birthed, grown, and built must acquiesce when Death knocks on the metaphorical door. Even black holes evaporate eventually.
Change and Death sleep in the same bed. And they come simultaneously. When we are changed, whether slowly or quickly, we say goodbye to the old parts that die off to make room for the new. When we die, the people we leave behind are changed. Whether for a moment or forever, for better or for worse, they are changed.
Change and Death are lovers, too. They make love and give birth to beautiful things. When a deer dies, it changes from living thing to worm fodder; from flesh to earth. And in its wake will grow the loveliest flower or the hardiest grass. One day, a bee may chance upon this flower and collect its pollen to sustain its young or a buffalo may feed off of the grass’ sweet leaves to fuel itself for a hard day’s work—both instances in harmony with the cycle that living things are wired to repeat.
It is by design that Change and Death walk hand in hand. The person I was an hour ago has died with the minutes that passed and has metamorphosed in true Kafkaesque fashion. Even black holes slowly return their energy to the Universe when all is said and done.