A week ago I was in Bali, warm and relaxed, enjoying a few days of
I saw change occurring on the beach in
My Balinese friend, Jack once did a strong trade in henna tattoos on the beach.Now, demand for these temporary body adornments has fallen from favour as legions of younger tourists seek more permanent body markings. They no longer seek out the temporary solution. Change has imposed itself on Jack’s precise art. He is now striving to re-position himself; seeking work as a driver for tourists. Competition for such work is stiff, as demand dwindles in a fragile tourist industry. Change can be difficult.
During my Bali break I watched the young men attempting to sell day old, often recycled newspapers in front of the tourist hotels. They too are being squeezed by the relentless pace of change. There is something pathetic about the sad passing of an era. Dwindling demand makes their efforts all the more desperate. The newsboys of
are swimming against the technological tide. A slow death is taking place here. I wonder if they sense it? As the world embraces on-line
media, print media increasingly struggles for relevance. Change can be cruel.
We can delude ourselves and turn away from the prospect of change, but it will be right there when we turn back. It would seem far better to look upon change as an opportunity, rather than an inconvenient truth. Particularly those aspects of change, we can exercise some control upon. Bring it on I say. I’m ready. I am an experienced changling. Whether we realize it or not- we all are! We just deal with it in different ways.
|Legian Beach, Bali, Indonesia|