A Metaphor For Change - The Egg

There is nothing more certain in the world and in this life than CHANGE. No matter what people might think or what they might try to believe, everything is changing all the time, as we breathe in and out, as we eat and sleep and grow and go through our own spirals of unfoldment. So here is a simple metaphor for change. It is called "The Egg" and I hope you enjoy it.

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I often have this feeling of stress and desperation because I am quite convinced nothing has changed. 

I look around myself and all I see is what I always see. 

Same house, same furniture, same pile of bills, same everything. 

I work so hard and NOTHING is changing. 

I thought that again about something the other day, and this large, beautiful golden egg came to my mind. 

There it is, and it just sits there in its nest of straw. 

It doesn't DO anything. 

It doesn't change shape, it doesn't change color. 

It doesn't pulsate. It doesn't roll around. 

You could look at it for DAYS AND DAYS and you'd come away thinking that it was just that and there was NOTHING GOING ON. 

And yet, and if one was to extend one's feelers in a different way, one might become aware of the RIOT OF CHANGE that is taking place INSIDE the egg, a storm of re-organization, feeding and growth, of total unfoldment as a bunch of random cells become a fish thing, which in turn becomes ever more defined and more complex, more organized in every way, more mature, more fantastic with every heartbeat, every breath that passes. 

One day, and we know not when, the egg that lay so motionless for so very long and seemed to be nothing but an inert shape will begin to rock, and then it will crack, and the newly born dragonet will emerge, spread its wings for the first time and take its first small steps. 

Yes, there was change. 

Even if we thought there wasn't.