The roses in Regents Park never change. They bloom the same time every year, exist in the same shaped beds, the same patterns and hues. If you study them every year, you may notice slight differences in the day the petals first drop, the angle of the rose buds, the density of leaves. But it is a slow act to monitor.There are many things that change slowly, imperceptibly, if at all. Change is difficult, after all, and we are creatures of habit, like the plants. Most of us change only when we really are forced to, and even then it is adapting rather than consciously choosing to change. Why should we? Once we master the
There are many things that change slowly, imperceptibly, if at all. Change is difficult, after all, and we are creatures of habit, like the plants. Most of us change only when we really are forced to, and even then it is adapting, rather than consciously choosing to change. Why should we? Once we master the seasons and our own little patch of earth, why would we set out to change all of that?
Some people are driven by change. They want to change their circumstances, or they find themselves in a life change. You see this over and over in the blog world. Those who have led seemingly ordinary lives are desperate to go out and change it. They document their lives, having moved to a new place, or started a new thing. The changes that they wish to see, or the changes they are living through.
Until recently, I have never been interested in change. My strength has always come from how well I know myself. People have often told me how strong and confident they see me as. I’ve never really understood it and I think that’s because I’ve never felt any different. If I had grown from a nervous person to a confident person, I might have recognised a change, but I never have.
I have mostly been growing. Imagine a plant that has sat in the same bed, year after year, and been slowly working out the best time to root, the angle for the brightest sun. The optimum time to bloom. That’s the person I have been. I have been working out what I can do with what I have, all the time completely in control of who I am and what I can do. Which is fine as tactics go, but I can get too het up on perfection. I am my own worst critic by a long shot.
It feels like right now, all the elements are changing. As I grow older, so many aspects of life are dramatically adapting to this strange new age, and who am I to ignore that? The person I am has got me a long way, and I don’t want to fundamentally change; there’s nothing wrong with that. But I want to change my attitude to imperfections, and embrace them. I think we can grow faced with challenges. After all, I don’t think the roses focus on how they can grow the straightest stem, or have the most pristine petals, or bloom the most beautiful shade. Perfection does not concern them; the roses just focus on growing. Instead, it is us who find them beautiful.
All pictures taken at Regents Park Rose Garden