Grass grows under our feet as we stand still, taking in the scenery. Change is barely perceptible, but real.
Some rites of passage serve as prompts for us to check in with ourselves. Are there things that require amending?
Struggling against change is often futile. Who wants to end up punch drunk and spent?
Rolling with the punches, on the other hand, can leave one in a vulnerable position. Protection is key.
Who knows what style is?
