You know the one's I'm talking about.
Mid-August rolls around, its still kind of hot, kind of humid, and the breeze is nice.
But its a little too nice.
Like the chills that run through the ends of your hair to make them stand, remembering the feeling all too well. That distant September gust, is not so out of reach anymore. Its present, its coming.
And with the breeze we entertain the idea of, fall. A new season, a fresh start, a clean slate. Or, a continued battle, a perpetual struggle, a never-end war. You see, the breeze keeps coming, but there is no sign of change, for the season of the person's life.
You think with the new wind, there is new opportunity, with a change of season, there might be a change of heart, but no matter how many times you wait until the next "autumn" starts in your life, the change never comes.
No matter how many times the second hand counts in the day, no matter how many times the pages flip on the calendar, no matter how many times you check your phone to see what day of the week you've landed on, change doesn't always come to you.
Why do we get stuck with the need to change?
We like the breeze, but we hate the reminder of the change that would seem to come.
The breeze, its a lie.
Pray that the change would come, but pray more for the desire to see what you need to change in yourself before you can change anyone else, before it can change you.
Change, do we need it?
Yes. I think so. God asks of us to change more into His likeness daily.
Should we crave it? Or do we fell "stuck" when we don't change?
Or maybe the change is in the remaining?
Because the breeze keeps blowing, but your still here.
I found myself spilling out a little too much, and please forgive me because I still am an amateur at this whole blogging thing. To explain this passage that you just read, I just need you guys to know that this way literally a conversation I had with myself the other day. I started out with the phrase "false breezes" and just skyrocketed into a series of back and forth with myself asking questions and trying to answer them and this is what I got, so...deal with it.
The idea behind "False Breezes" is the question of how something so good, or seemingly good (i.e. a nice summer breeze) correlate to something so negative, fearful, or depressing (summer blues as ironically known as SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder). I've literally experienced this, every, single, summer and I don't think I'm the only one. So I'm writing oh behalf of everyone who's ever experienced that or felt that at some point in their life.
The way it relates to just life in general is kind of more of what I wanted to explore in my mind. Again, something so seemingly good, correlating to something so bad, so sad, so dim and destitute of any good. I feel for anyone who is in a rough season of life in general and hope to connect on a deeper level with any of you. So start a comment thread, let's get some discussion open, start the dialogue, I'm open to any talk. Our lives are but a vapour, let's make the most of the molecules we have.