evolution

as the wheel turns, history is doomed to repeat itself. yet every time, we humans always choose to discover new ways to do old deeds. new ways to move old bodies and new ways to think old thoughts. we'll find new ways to solve old problems and new ways to feel old feelings.

and so, i stand at a fork in the path. left or right? does it matter? will people cheer because of left? will nations crumble because of right? there's always the choice of back, back to where i came from. back home, where i will be comfortable and safe. safe from hurt, pain, and treachery; and safe from something better, something new. not to say that new is always better.

some things are better left unaltered, unchanged. change can, and has - in history - been predominantly blotched and tainted by changes for the worse. not that change is never for the better. if things were never new, things would never get old. stagnation is a fate worse than death.

i better start changing.