Stable

If I know that everything is instantly changing, always in motion, why does nearly everything seem to stay the same? Is it enough to realize that my mind provides the illusion of unchanging stability? Is my mind grasping for a stability that doesn’t exist. Is there, perhaps, some intervening plane that maintains the illusion of stability?

I wonder if things really are changing, or do they somewhat stay the same? Where lies the stability? And what difference does it make after all?

I suspect that stability is a creation of my mind and some notion of stability is maintained in spite of my unstable sense perceptions. Sometimes I just want life to be a stable path down which I travel with planning and deliberateness.

Perhaps all perceived existence, including my own, is more a river that will carry me along if I allow it. It is better if I simply relax, pay attention, and not focus on putting one foot carefully in front of another. I need not follow a stable path which, after all, may only exist in my mind.

Each morning, I tend to fashion a path that I plan to follow that day. One of my guides is my mental clock that marks how my day will be anchored. The danger is not that I might wander off this time-measured path, but that I might miss the thrill of a sweeping current that invites me into a world not at all stable.

If I truly relax, I never know what I might see of this changing world.