So I’m changing positions at work. I currently have an amazing team. We work well together, and get along remarkably well. It’s sort of like an extended family where we may bicker amongst ourselves but at the end of the day, we’re united against the world.

Well, now it’s time to embrace another opportunity which has come my way. One of my current team is going with me and I’ve known one of my new team members for years. I’m going to build another amazing team, but it won’t be this team.

It’s sad but inevitable. No matter how good what we have now may be, it’s impossible to freeze people as they are. The fact that we grow and change is kind of central to what we are as human beings.

Pondering this sense of inevitability led to the following poem.

WORDS of CHANGE

The days run out, they race away,
Each quicker than the last.
The time that’s left, quick drains away,
From future to the past.

That which has been must pass away,
Make way for what’s to be.
No matter how much fun it’s been,
Nor what it’s meant to me.

The future’s here, no time to run,
It’s time for moving on.
What was gives way to that which is,
Then like a dream…
It’s….
Gone.

Cheers, Winston