The other day my friend was talking with nostalgia about her childhood in her village. She is only forty. In the past fifteen years there has been a sea of change not only in her village but in most villages in this coastal region of our country. She remembers fields and fields of paddy fields, cows grazing in those fields after the harvesting. All the people of the village used to help each other during sowing and harvesting. At other times sweet potatoes, lentils and other crops were grown. Even now when they get sweet potatoes from the market, they remember the taste of those that they had grown in their village. The streams and ponds were fun to play in. Now everything has changed, all those fields have disappeared and houses and other buildings have taken their place. She says it hurts to go back.
When I was listening to her, I remembered the words of my father-in-law. He is ninety. Back in those days no one even in their wildest dreams imagined such changes. His small village had been self-sufficient. The same was the case in all villages. There was no outside influence and no good means of transport. Most people lived and worked in their own villages. But now everyone has moved away due to better education and job opportunities elsewhere. There are changes in every sphere of life. These changes are bewildering to those who have experienced the difference .
Changes happen every minute, not only around us but within us too. It all depends on how we respond to them. If we accept the changes and keep learning from them and enjoying them, I believe we remain mentally active till the end. Looking back through rose coloured glasses is fine to a certain extent but we should change with the times.
I remember the words of my favourite relative. She said she accepts life as it comes and does not worry about what happens and what does not. Changes happen and no one can stop them, so it is better to accept them. This does not mean we have to change completely.
A very positive way of life.