There is something to be said for people’s ability to feel change. Some make the reference to deja-vu or call it gut instinct but whatever name it is called, it is there and a part of us. I can feel it rising up now as I sit at my computer, the lamp by my desk dimly lighting the room. It resonates within me, making the air I breathe in fresher, cleaner, colder.
My heart will race at random moments and I try to recall the thoughts spiraling in my mind. Maybe one of those thoughts are the key to catching a glimpse of the change about to happen. I have yet to do so. The change has always been surprising. At times it will come on like a flash flood; quick, strong and potentially dangerous. Other times it is as soft as the touch of a feather on calloused hands. Change is an unpredictable lover.
She knows what you want, and gives you something completely different. She does this not because she is evil and enjoys watching misery but because it is what she believes is needed. She gives us challenges to overcome, picks up the pieces when we fail and are broken, and then ushers us forward once more so that we may be broken once again.
Mile 29 