In this world of
shifting sands, one finds it difficult to find the proper place to stand; if
one should even stand at all. Everything is changing, re-arranging. What was so
solid yesterday is dissolving now; crumbling into pieces. That which was
unimaginable then is now the new normal, if there even is such a thing as
normal now. I don’t know, perhaps there never was a normal. Maybe normal was
just an idea, a concept, or if it did exist, it existed in a form that we
romanticized until it was more to our liking. Whatever it was, it was swept
away by the tidal wave of change, of speaking the party line and not rocking
the boat. The old way has given way to the new way. It has always been this way
through time and will continue to be as long as we walk the surface of the
earth. We find a place, and then the ground below us falls beneath our feet. We
can either adapt or turn a blind eye.
