Crumbling Fortifications

Crumbling fortifications could spell disaster. Could spell rebirth.
We do not receive all new things with open and grateful arms. Some changes need to break through, force their way in. When life emerges, there is no stopping it. Witness the fragile grass that breaks through asphalt expanses.
I feel that way about maturity sometimes. When I do not see or refuse to face needed change, other forces come into play and the ground shifts beneath me. The terrain itself collapses and unfolds. My fortifications begin to crumble. Suddenly how I feel about change is moot. I either face the reality or deny it. The fact that what served well previously now fails me, need not be interpreted as failure or defeat. Just a fact.
Time to shift focus to what is emerging. Especially if what is emerging is life.