Progress and Tradition

Once there were two women called Tradition and Progress.
And tradition loved a man, she clung onto the faith that he would love her too and never stopped holding onto that faith.
But the man married Progress because she seemed new, modern and exciting.
She was like electricity; like the thrill of speed.
Every day her hair would be different, her clothes, her style, the way she spoke and acted; the things she believed in.
Everyday she was someone new.
But after being married to her for only a short time, the man began to long for a face he could look at that wouldn't change.
"I want to love you", he said to her, "But how can I love something that keeps changing; what I loved about you today isn't there tommorrow and so I have to learn to love a new person and then that person is gone too. Though I'm married to one woman I feel like a man who goes out with a different woman every night and it is dizzying".
"You're not trying to hold me back are you?",  she said, "Because I won't stand for any man trying to hold me back".
"No", he said, "I just want to love one woman, the same woman for the rest of my life not a million different women per second".
"But thats how I am", said Progress, changing her face again, "I'm an exciting thrill ride and if you can't stand the pace then perhaps you should just get off".
But then, one day it didn't matter anymore for then he came home and found his wife sleeping with another man; a newer, younger more modern man.
"I was getting bored; bored of your miserable old face", she said, "I thought it was time to move on to something new".
However, as he was walking out of their house and down the street he bumped into tradition and tradition had never stopped loving him; she had kept the tradition of loving him constantly going in her heart and so they walked off slowly together into the sunset and, as traditional stories often end, they lived happily ever after.