It feels like a safe, true statement, but if I really believed it, no one would recognize me.
It’s amazing how permanent everything feels. Growing up, the changes are within – at each step, your world expands – leaving family, going to college, getting a job, getting married, travelling – until it seems your world has gotten as big as it’s going to get. Then the exterior world starts changing. It was always changing, but your youthful perception of time was too brief to notice. With some perspective, the world seems unbelievably dynamic.
No matter how stable things are, a new stable point is never too far off, either as an organic process or through willful manipulation. It could be better, it could be worse. We like the feeling of control, so sometimes we prefer suboptimal outcomes because we brought them about (or we can convince ourselves we did).
There’s lots of cognitive dissonance, mood affiliation, hermeneutic circles, and just plain problems of perspective. I’m not sure where the best place to stand is, so I’ve got to walk around a lot. From where you stand, you might be able to see where I stand better than I can, so feel free to tell me when I’m about to step off the edge. That, however, could also be an optical illusion.
Either way, let’s keep the dialogue flowing.