Blow, blow Seminole wind, blow like you’re never gonna blow again…
When I think of the word ‘wind’, this song is the first thing that comes to mind. For those that haven’t heard it, it refers to the toll that ‘progress’ can take.
I have been away from home for over five years now, and every time I return I feel like the winds of change have swept through, each time more mercilessly than the last.
The old water tower is gone.
The old high school baseball field is grown over with weeds.
My favorite dirt road to my grandparent’s house is now paved.
All in the name of progress.
What constitutes progress in a person’s life? In reference to the wind-progress is not something that happens whenever the wind blows through and rearranges things because they weren’t steadfast in the first place. That is simply weakness. That is simply change, and not for the better.
Progress is not something that can be affected by a blast of metaphorical wind. Progress is definitive, it is decided. Progress is tough; it’s not something that happens automatically or through a fluke. If you want to change for the better, you will have to fight for every last bit of it. Tooth and nail. Every single day. For the rest of your life.
Every year in January people make their New Year’s Resolutions. They say they are going to be healthier. Lose weight. Go to the gym. Spend more time outdoors. But how long is it before resistance of every sort becomes too much, and they slowly quit?
Will you allow the wind and weather of life to stop you? To slow you down? To discourage you? Or will you turn your back to the wind and hang onto your dreams for dear life?
You are stronger than the wind, if only you decide to be.