I changed my guitar strings today. It wasn’t “time.” I mean, they weren’t dull-sounding, frayed, rusted, or going out of tune. In fact, they sounded great! But they felt like barbed wire cutting into my fingers! Just because someone recommends something, doesn’t mean it will work just as well for me. So I swapped them for my favorite, softer, silk-wrapped strings. They still sound great, even with a little less volume. But the experience is much better. You see, the more strings change, the more they play the same.
spiral in and out
seasons, relationships, life
constant as they change
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Written for the last-for-now Haibun Monday prompt at
dVerse.
Mystical Strings 
Whoa! Good one, well penned! 👍🏻😃
Excellent! I love the lesson in this for us all.
Oh I like this.. I can read more into this as well.. not all changes for the better can be described in any other way than how it feels…
Wisdom and beauty in your haibun!
The more strings change the more they play the same. There is a lot to reflect upon in this haibun. The haiku sums it up so well.
From one guitar player to another….I love this.
Some changes are pointless. Nothing wrong with comfort. The last line of your prose really made me smile. 🙂
Lovely write 💖
At once clever and wise.