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Why I hate Change

Every time Facebook makes a significant change to its layout and look, people complain and swear up and down that the old way was better.

For that matter, any website that gets a face lift and a couple new buttons and features to click on will likely come with a tab at the top that says something akin to "Not ready for the new look? Click here to view the old site."

Or let's say you break your phone and go to the store to get a new one. Now you have to learn a whole new interface and perhaps even operating system.

Your favorite sports team trades a beloved player and now you have to learn the name, stats, and personality of a new third baseman.

Your company changes from paperwork forms to web-based forms that auto-complete and require an internet connection.

Your church integrates a new digital mixer in the sound booth and now you have to learn what all the fancy knobs and lights do.

So I suppose what I'm saying here is this: I don't like change. 

Change is bad. Because change is hard.

And my guess is that you don't like change either.

You see, change means that we are going to have to work at learning something new. Change is uncomfortable.

We ask ourselves:  "what was so wrong with the old way of doing it? I got around easy enough. I knew the system. Now I have to learn the system all over again."

Yes, new is good. Without new we wouldn't be where we are today with technology and civilization as we know it in the Western World. But we resent change because it means more work for us to learn how to deal with the change.

But change is also necessary.

If your favorite sports team doesn't trade that 3rd baseman, then eventually he gets old and gets injured and you have no backup plan for replacing him.
If you keep getting the same old model phone every time, eventually the operating system it is using will be unsupported and the phone itself won't have the hardware necessary to run any more updates.
If that website you use all the time doesn't update the way you access the page, you will always have to click 3 times to get to that one sub-page instead of letting them install a new menu bar that will drop down and take you right there.

Change helps make us better, stronger, more alert, and utilize our resources better.

So even though I hate change because it means work, I embrace it and encourage it because it means I am headed to a brighter future.


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