Between Yin and Yang

“We are not meant to cross this without passing through it. Kit–” Rasali said, as if starting a sentence, and then fell silent. After a moment she began to speak again, her voice low, as if she were speaking to herself. “The soul often hangs in a balance of some sort: tonight, do I lie down in the high fields with Dirk Tanner or not? At the fair, do I buy ribbons or wine? For the new ferry’s headboard, do I use camphor or pearwood? Small things, right? A kiss, a ribbon, a grain that coaxes the knife this way or that. They are not, Kit Meinem of Atyar. Our souls wait for our answer, because any answer changes us. This is why I wait to decide what I feel about your bridge. I’m waiting until I know how I will be changed.”

“You can never know how things will change you,” Kit said.

“If you don’t, you have not waited to find out.” –Kij Johnson, The Man Who Bridged the Mist in Asimov’s Science Fiction

Writing Prompt: Write a scene or story about someone who is waiting to see how things will change him or her.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a time when you waited to see how something would change you before you committed. Afterwards, were you right about how you changed or not?

Art Prompt: Waiting for Change

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