Staging the stages of life

There’s one thing about life, they say; that it goes on. To some people, it’s like a roller coaster ride which ends at the moment when you’ve understood what it actually is. Every life is a secret, even to the person living it. A secret that only death can open and at verge of death we come to understand what it was and what it could be. We’re born as a change and die for a change; both are for good. It proves the fact that change is always good. And since life’s good, it has to keep changing and a good living is when you keep up with the change.

I won’t name any of the four stages of life over here, the graphic says it all. One severe fact is that we, humans, are not meant to accept the change. As our life goes on, we seem to have strong wish to go back to previous stage of life. We have to face 4 deaths in our lifespan, one for each stage of life. And soon as we realize that a specific phase is about to end in our life, a wish for a possible reborn gets hold of us. Not because the change was unlikely or unnatural, not because we didn’t like the change but because we didn’t accept the change, because we thought we could live the past to its fullest once we get another chance.

Notice the people, who prevent the change, everyone does of course. As an example, people who dye their hair; they do it not because they didn’t like it getting gray but because they thought they had not yet utilized their black-hair-era. Its natural dissatisfaction that does us lot of good at times and equally bad some other time. We’re perhaps born to be dissatisfied, after all that is what brings all the innovation to this world. It’s strange phenomenon, we don’t accept the change because of dissatisfaction and our dissatisfaction itself is origin of the change. So the things like satisfaction and constant don’t exist here in this world but that doesn’t prevent us from pursuing those.

It’s all natural, isn’t it, the change itself, the reason for change i.e. aging, and unwillingness to accept the change. I wonder if we could ever change it but since I never could, I assume none can. We’ve no control over when we’re born, no control over when we die but have full control over everything in between. That’s only when we could accept what’s constant, i.e. dissatisfaction.