Those who think that the mountains don’t change are wrong: they were born out of earthquakes, are eroded by wind and rain, and each day they are slightly different, even though we do not notice that change.
The mountains change and are pleased: ‘It’s good not to be the same all the time,’ they say to each other.
Those who think the trees don’t change are wrong.
They have to accept that they will be bare in winter and clothed in summer.
And they reach beyond the place where they were planted, because the birds and the wind scatter their seeds.
The trees are glad. ‘I thought I was just one tree and now I see that I am many,’ they say to their children springing up around them.
One question persists as we take our first steps along the path: ‘Will my decision to change make other people suffer?’
But if you love someone, then you want your beloved to be happy. You might feel frightened for him initially, but that feeling soon gives way to pride at seeing him doing what he wants to do and going where he always dreamed of going.
(taken from the book “Manuscript found in Accra”)