by Mike Pyatt
On this revolving orb, no one escapes it. In varying degrees, we’re all subject to it. Some learn to embrace it, while others resist it vigorously. What’s it? Change. A part of the ebb and flow of life. From the natal to our final passing. Resistance’s futile like Don Quixote’s chivalrous tilting at windmills. Passing from one grade to another, though fraught with anxiety, most survive. Before we know it, we’ve graduated. From engagement to matrimony, one recalls the myriad of changes. From a single life to a new focus and adjustment. Once offsprings arrive, life’s never the same. Change is constantly afoot. That sortie into marital bliss, in retrospect, it’s best one didn’t know in advance how drastic change can be, the associated joy, and tribulation.