When you look at erosion, I like, say, dunes on a beach, what you see is something giving itself away little by little, deteriorating.

Sure, there will be events that expedite the process, but generally speaking, it's lost

a little bit at a time, day by day, right in front of our eyes.

Until the time comes when we realize that what we have is no longer recognizable. It's sort of redefined.

And I think in a lot of ways we find ourselves in a similar situation.

The concessions we allow every day slowly redefine who we are.

You know, and it doesn't seem like much, that's the thing.

It never does.

Quietly detaching from what you believe.

Taking on an identity that doesn't quite align with who you are,

doing things, being places that causes something in your gut to protest,

toning down the color in your life so that you blend in. These are not epic, monumental decisions.

It's the drawn-out erosion of what makes you who you are.

It's the chipping away of what makes you spectacular.

See, the idea that now isn't permanent.

So I'll just suck it up now.

What's the big deal?

I'll just settle for now.

Let me tell you, if that's your rationale, you're forgetting how easily tomorrow becomes

never and now becomes forever.

We operate under an illusion that things will become easier.

That change will be less strenuous down the road.

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