Man hardly ingrains change. Peacefully or violently, we will resist the calling to be transformed or renewed in any matter. Our blood pours out opposition to ways higher than ours. Yet deep inside, a part of us, deep inside of us, wants for new blood, new oxygen, and a new thought. It breathes for something new; it craves anxiously for a clearer revelation.
Change does only not begin when we crave something new: it starts on a greater longing.
I don’t know, God will NEVER take away the essence of our being, for it’s too precious to lose that! But He does modify our character to conform it to a Higher will. The problem, though, is not on looking to change: it’s when we don’t choose to be ourselves for some ill-conceived image of faint purpose. Well then, what is the point of trying to be something I’m not!?
Am I irresponsible? No, but I do need to work on being pendiente of my surroundings.
Am I nice? Yes, but this doesn’t mean that I should become a living melcocha and let people step on me.
Can I take decisions easily? Nope, not even if I had a cheesecake or a chocolate cake in front of me. (Guess I don’t want to lie…)
Should I stop writing? Oh, hell, no! But I can’t obsess over putting every detail to bed if it won’t turn to a blessing for my life and others.
Transformation takes more than willingness; it takes balance, truth and action to discover what will we turn out to be in life-what we want to be, what we hope to be, what we’d love to be.
For we know, we know we will do great things –although we are great as we are right now-, but don’t worry if we can’t see things overnight. (This goes for me, too.)
Off to work out on my change.
Blessings from Puerto Rico, and your cristino preferido,
José E.