A Life of Change

A life of change is inevitable. With the hassles of moving, leaving things behind, breaking things in the process of keeping them safe and trying to break things that you don't want to take with you, a life of change brings maturity. There's something nostalgic about packed bags, brown cartons and brown tape. If life came in a carton, all taped up and plastered with stickers saying "FRAGILE" and "THIS SIDE UP", I'm sure things would be a lot less eventful. It's only when you notice that the first pen that you took to school is missing, that you even start remembering how scrawly your handwriting used to be back then. Not that I'm saying mine has graduated to "Big people's scrawly handwriting".

A life of change can hurt. Sometimes more than you will ever be able to admit. It's when the realisation that there's no point wishing for things to stay the same or go back to when things were easier that you realise that acceptance can be the hardest word to follow through but still be the best for you. People come, people go. Some who are supposed to stay with you forever, end up leaving at the worst possible moment. What isn't in your hands is best left alone. Either mope, whine and never get over it, or mourn, hurt and move on.

A life of change will always be in motion. Things will peak to their worst before getting better. A life of change can turn out to be frustrating. But a life of change can also be the best thing to ever happen.