Truth comes in several forms.
Truth may be absolute Truth, such as humans having a conscience, or the laws of science. Then, there is each person's personal truths; the truth that we believe as seen through the eyes of our experiences and our comprehension of those experiences. The essence of that personal truth may change, and actually, should change according to our growing cognition and how we're able to process our experiences as we grow.
In this respect, truth (as opposed to Truth) is fallible.
What we give power to today, as being steady and configured, may very well change by tomorrow.
In retrospect, how many times over the course of life thus far, have you felt as thought your understanding of your environment was truthful and that you'd figured out how to put round peg into round hole, only to find out later that you were holding a square block...and that you'd made it fit?
This is where the component of change takes the stage. There is a point of reference which suggests that people don't change.
I believe that they do. At the least, that they are capable of changing.
I think that this element of change comes from the upgrade of personal truth. When we are able to reflect upon our basis for belief and reconsider its components, we are also able to modify with new insight. Modifications, through seemingly small and insignificant can become monumental ingredients to change and most are derived intrinsically - in finding pleasure from ourselves. The opposing force being to placate our search with posers of pleasure.
In similarity, changes in personal truth may well render negative results, or digression. Reaching a point of depression, on might place no value in self, which would potentially extend outwardly from self into what that moment's truth is.
Within that truth is the tendency toward change.
That truth may come on suddenly, as with a tragedy or glimpse of death. These sudden and abrupt scenarios often give glimpses of inevitability; causing immediate change. Or the change may be a process of months or even years. When it occurs, it is as if waking with new eyes. Slowly and in masterful intervals, our change is threaded within every situation we've ever attended. Time in this place is but a concept to be set against our definition of time in our truth at that moment.
Essentially, isn't that our quest?
To search for truth (and Truth)?
In that way, our quest, or journey is an ever-evolving and rotating set of definitions which we apply to the moments we live. Each moment is integral to the process of change; to the search for truth, even if that truth should (and probably will) change at some point down the road.
I pondered this as I walked. Stepping up another space, I awaited my turn at the register. In a robotic-like and contemplative way, I step forward, place my items on the counter, reach for my wallet and pull from it a crumpled ten-dollar bill. I hand it to the cashier. She places my items in a bag, gathers the handles and with an outstretched arm proclaims: "Here's your change ma'am"
And at that very time and space I thought: "Isn't that the truth..."
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