Today, when I was walking back from SM's house, I noticed that this area of land across the road from her building that was surrounded by large walls of corrugated iron just a month ago is now a rather impressive-looking apartment building, complete with a swanky signboard and cutesy little balconies.
It just got me thinking.
Things change so quickly. Even though I want the world to stop and take notice when something's bothering me, it won't. It's just that simple. Whine as I might about the injustice of the fact that life goes on as usual even though I may think my problem is at the center of the universe, that's just the way it is. And you know what? I appreciate it. I'm glad I thought about it. I feel like this simple revelation has taught me a lesson about the world.
While I appreciate the dynamism of the world around me, something about it scares me. It really does. Because two months ago, you and I were walking back from SM's, holding hands and talking about school, life and everything else. And everything was perfect.
But now, the corrugated iron is all gone and you're not here anymore.
Everything's changing.
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same.
ReplyDeleteSo true.
Change is such a hard accept to deal with, but it makes things easier to move on, you know? In a funny way, change is all we need to make anything better.
So it's better to just embrace it and carry on.
*aspect
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