Change is the essence of time. And the present is the dividing line between your past and your future. In looking back, you see a story. In looking ahead, you witness possibilities.

You wonder if the future must look anything like the past, and if desired change is perhaps a possibility. The past carries with it a somewhat bitter innertia with an aftertaste that helplessly lingers. But the only way to move beyond the innertia of the past is to move forward even if each step constitutes but a heavy plod.

Naturally, your endeavour to venture into the future is rendered futile in the light of your helplessness. You feel yourself weak. That is only to be expected, for inasmuch as the past is no longer deemed desirable, the future carries with it an air of fear. Hence, you find yourself stumped in the state of the present, not desiring to move on (even if you are aware that the present provides a glimpse of future possibilities).

Know that your life is not yours to build. Neither does it belong to you. The One who authored it is the very same One who shall bring its ordained future to fulfillment. Perhaps what you need is not a spirit of strength or determination, but a spirit of obedient abandonment.