Change is strange. It comes in a snap of a finger. It ignites or shuts the fire. The story steers to a new leaf, present turning to past, fiction turning to reality. It is inevitable and constant.
Maybe Paulo Coelho is right, “And you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” My remorseful soul craved it — the uncomfortable, the unsettling, the unfamiliar feeling of growth. It’s like having a mental reminder of being someone you mirror until the image has become you. It’s about trying everyday until you don’t have to try anymore.
Change comes in many forms. It doesn’t knock sometimes, it barges. Some are conscious, while some are not. It’s not always for good, but it’s always for the better.
Change is also misleading. Once in my life there are people I was knew but they were not the people I thought of. They took off a mask which revealed of who they really are. They instead revealed rather than changed.
Our lives spent flying and roaming and discovering. Winding roads present us the possibilities. The sun will continue to rise in the east. You remains you and I think this is enough for me to live on.
