The Tragedy of Unchanging Change

Open the blinds to another day. Some things never change. The curtains close at nightfall, giving us a false sense of security. And again they rise in the morning in the hopes of shining light on our chaotic lives. Wake, sleep, wake, restless sleep. It never changes. Walking numbly from day to day. Blast music in our ears to block out the painful screams of the world. Bass pounds through the floor in time with our pounding headaches. It’s always the same. The same notes, the same catchy lines. The same complaints and heartaches. Our lives, our world, are forever on repeat.

But then, in an unchanging way, everything changes. Our hearts close and love is lost. Our expectations for ourselves crumble and lust wins us over. Those who surround us turn down different roads and friendships are forever forgotten. Plans are abandoned, efforts are forfeited, goals slip by. Dreams? Never. Hope? A faint memory.

Nothing ever changes and, throughout it all, everything changes. What is the greater tragedy?