A convo about change
W. H. Auden:
We would rather be ruined than changed.
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the present
And let our illusions die.
Men do change, and change comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. Change may be announced by a small ache, so that you think you’re catching cold. Or you may feel a faint disgust for something you loved yesterday. It may even take the form of a hunger that peanuts will not satisfy. Isn’t overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent? And isn’t discontent the lever of change?
Sources: John Steinbeck’s Sweet Thursday (p. 18) and W. H. Auden’s Age of Anxiety poem.
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