When related to motion, change is an English word that is becoming deep and mysterious to my ears. The point of Aristotle as the essence of Nature being the sense of change is profound and appealing; when the questions of how to and why [change] are posed, the problem gets fundamentally in the same spot it has been for ages. And, indeed, change is all around.
In Nature, the search for the equations of change is certain and, if such equations exist as a description or a model of reality, Nature conforms to them faithfully and fits tight.
In the case of individuals, in our case, however, the up-change (growth) and the down-change (decay) seems to have their own rules. How can one ensure he will grow and avoid his decay? And why? And what is the meaning of growing? In occasions, the streams of Life seems to carry the fate of a given individual beyond his will: Nature changes, Time goes by, but the Individual is stuck.
Sometimes, when you look back you find yourself being the same as years ago, doing the same, behaving the same. The mechanisms to turn your equations of change in motion look rusty and inoperative. When did you settle? Why is it too hard to move? How can you move?
A make-up tale comes now to my mind, as the tale of men and women with an assigned place in the Universe -it was called Vocation before, now is Passion- and all internal forces within them being loose for a while and gripping tight afterwards to guarantee their happiness.... However, there is no happy ending if the clamps closed before such spot is ensured or even glanced at, and men and women shall remain where they do not belong.
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