Sometimes change occurs slowly, it takes hold of you by surprise, etching its way into your being like a wrinkle slowly carves its indentation into the skin. Just like wrinkles, change in oneself is subtly evident upon ones face; a change in the way an eye twinkles, the width of smile, how high an eyebrow is raised. Other times change is rapid and happens all at once, and is as obvious as a drastic haircut. I believe everyone experiences both kinds of change throughout their life time, but most people fail to recognize the snail like progression of "wrinkle change".
From the the time you graduate high school until the time you enter your early twenties you will experience a great deal of growth. The universe welcomes you into adulthood in a variety of ways, whether it be by schooloing, children, job, or responsibility. My grand welcome into adulthood was death. For the first 5 years of my adulthood death circled my family and friends in the same cunning manner in which a lion circles its prey.
I had come out of my childhood as a psychologists wet dream, complete with a laundry list of insecurities and psychological scars from a divorce dominated environment. I had an arrogant sense of indestructibility, after all, I had been to hell and back, I had already paid whatever karmic debt I may have owed, right? Wrong.
I in no way mean to compare my strife to the atrocities that exist in the world. In comparison to a "Slumdog Millionaire" lifestyle I have lived a cushy and charmed life. I merely mean to illustrate that I had visions of rainbows, wealth, and epic love for my adulthood, visions which were shaken and shattered with an intensity that would register on the Richter Scale.
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