Writings: Patterns, and the chance to change…

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Sweden, 1967. Changing things so folks drive on the right instead of the left.

Time to change, isn’t it?

If you don’t have something you need to work on to change, it’s possible you’re not really alive…

Look around and there’s always something to make better. To make prettier. To make smooth. To make different. To colour, to shape, to whittle or to add to.

And usually the only thing getting in the way is habit. Doing it the old way.

And that’s why we don’t quit smoking so easily. Because of the patterns. The habits.

Or changing the way we think, or work, or play. Stuck in a web of patterns, the comfortable old place we go when change rears its head.

The key here, I think, isn’t to hide from change, but to recognize that things aren’t usually gonna be different, all on their own.

So it’s up to you to lay a new rail, cut a new trail, find a new road. And take it.

Is that the same as creating a new pattern? Maybe. But at least you picked this one, hey…

Let me know where you end up!

Loving you,
Brother Ian

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