What's with me and change?

Contrary to popular and intelligent beliefs, i detest change. I fight it, revolt it and acclimatize it to my convenience. Or so i think! The question in my mind is whether we adapt change, or does change adapt us?

I have heard every generation claim that their times were the best times to live in. My grandfather often told me about how lucky he was to have lived in times when luxuries were never sought, and when an extended family could live off a sole earner. Then came my father, who thought he was so lucky to have learned the value of relationships from his father along with the prudence of saving up and giving a great future to his kids. Then when i ask myself the same question i feel the luckiest, since my father was sane enough to follow his father, and render me all the luxuries and the time of my life.

So if all the three generations have been happy in their own times, shouldn't the need for change be non -existent for each one of them?

But at the same time my grandfather wished to sing and record songs on my dictaphone and play them for granny, on their anniversary. He thought wishing her in the traditional way was not good enough! My father, desired for a smart phone when he could barely use a normal one because he heard BBM was a big thing. And what about me, I thought i was content with everything, but suddenly left my job and was whimsical enough to come and study a whole new subject in a new continent all together.

I started this post proclaiming to be a 'change loather' if there is a term like that, but i know even if i revolt it, avoid it, i will either end up throwing myself at change because of boredom, or change will engulf me inevitably. A very smart man Albert Einstein once said, If the facts do not fit the theory, change the facts. That's the art i wish to conquer, the ability to drive change so that i never feel overpowered by it. Call it a human defense mechanism, but being at the hands of change scares me, makes me nervous like most of us.

So could there be a possibility that change doesn't move at it's own whims, but at ours? So shouldn't we be the change and drive it, rather be driven nuts by it. In our hands, change could be active or passive, static or mobile, just as we like it!

Well for the time being i want it to be at its static best, but i don't think i am doing a great job at it. Currently change is driving me, forcing me to meet new people, be at new places, read new books - be a new self! And i have no idea why am i complaining?