Boiled Frogs

It's been cold these days. I felt so cold this morning that I glanced at a digital thermometer on the living-room table. It showed 20 degrees Celsius. 20? It took some time for the number to sink in. I looked again. 20.2. I couldn't believe my eyes. Twenty is definitely not my definition of coldness.
I began to understand. We've got used to the warmth. In winter this would have been welcomed as a serendipitous day. But now, after weeks of comfortable warm days, we complain about it as "cold".
We are adaptive animals. Thanks to this we can gradually live in a harsh climate; middle in Sahara, high lands in Tibet or extreme coldness in Lapland, if a bit uncomfortable. But this is a double-edged blade. We easily get used to any kind of gradual changes. Sometimes we don't notice the changes until it's too late. They call it "boiled frog syndrome".
I think it is because we are an animal of comparison. We live always comparing. We compare today's temperature with that of yesterday. If the change is small we take it as no change. Like the global warming, when a small changes accumulate to become a big change, it suddenly emerges as a problem.
It may be about time to outgrow the comparison. We may have to evaluate today in its own value, not as a result of comparison with yesterday. I mean everyday is new.