change and a political hangover

I've been watching too much television, and have been hearing that word a lot lately—and those are some powerful six letters. What other can invoke such an array of notion and emotion? To merely mention 'change' within any given crowd it sparks a thesaurus of replies, both negative and positive within whatever variable context.

It's anticipation is fear, anxiety, trepidation, admitting defeat, and downright panic for some, and hope, optimism, metamorphosis, innovation and peace of mind for others. The word is too much conceptually to wrap my mere 10% or less around to be honest.

Change is the only certainty in nature, and within intelligent thought—even if we want it and fight it simultaneously. Questions without answers are all I can collect: Why is it wrong for someone who's learned the truth to switch opinions on an issue? What is so bad about becoming more tolerant to something that was previously so foreign? Why does our society breed egos that can't admit they were wrong?

And this is where my brain starts to overheat, and I grab the beloved scepter of power and switch the channel. Meaningless entertainment, bizarre cartoons, and stupid people doing stupid things seems to counteract the overwhelming seriousness. I keep having to remind myself moderation is key. A quote by Aristotle comes to mind: "It is better to rise from life as from a banquet -- neither thirsty nor drunken."

Come to think of it, maybe that's what it is! A political hangover. Anyone know the morning after remedy for that?