Heraclitus was in line to become the King of Ionia, one of the wealthiest cities in all of the ancient world. He chose to give up the throne––handing the crown down to his brother––to pursue a life of wisdom. He was infatuated with fire and what it represents: Change. The ancient philosopher believed that change was the only constant and to fight against it was futile.

The death of earth is the birth of water, the death of water is the birth of atmosphere, the death of atmosphere is fire, and conversely.

I think of Heraclitus when I catch myself digging my heels into the ground; when I notice that God or the universe is nudging me in a direction I don't want to go but need to.

From time to time, it's worth asking one's self, "What am I scared of changing?"

Pay attention to answer that wells up inside of you.