Why is change so hard to accept? I believe its fear of the unknown. The known we are comfortable with. It is often the unknown that scares us, and by unknown, I mean the really unknown, the one which we have no idea about. Maybe that is why death is scary to most. For no one knows what happens after death. Is there an after life? Or is that the end? Will we burn in hell or be garlanded into heaven? Or, does the mind and the body, just switch off? This uncertainity, this unknown, is the source of fear.
So change is hard to accept because of fear. Why do we fear? When we don’t know what will happen, won’t the outcome have equal probabilities of being good or bad? Hence shouldn’t we be equally anticipative as we are afraid? Most often this is missed. Like someone once said, “to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure“. So shouldn’t it be more of excitement mixed with fear? Like the adrenaline rush before a plunge down the cliff. Fear, mixed with excitement. Isn’t that what should be sensed at the brink of a change?
Change. The only thing we can predict about our lives. Things change. People change.
[Of course I am tempted to add the line, “but some things never change“]