The only constant in life is change.
Next week a new Valjean starts his run... on Saturday, our old Valjean will perform his last show, and will be shaving his beard immediately after our final curtain call. Rehearsals to facilitate the change have been called this week, so everyone that has any interaction with that character has been called in. It's been a time of change... a time of evolution... a time that is at once exciting and scary.
It's an exercise in futility to resist change... at times we want to hold on tightly to what we know only too well, even though we know that to let the inevitable take place is what's natural. There are laws to follow, rules that are immutable. To try and counter that which must happen would only result in a painful push and pull. I know what it's like to try and keep a strangle hold on what is fleeting and temporary, to embrace what must leave, to pin down air, to grip a handful of sand.
There's no use in holding on... the time always comes to dust the sand off one's hands. We'll never find those same grains again, so we move on to another shore, to another sunset, to another handful of sand. Maybe then we'll learn how to hold it, cupping it gently to not let even one grain fall.