Change

Tue, 01/28/2014 - 19:32 -- Linal14

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From what I can remember, my fragile mind and soul was never fond of change.

It was a forbidden word, kept hidden unless it had to be embraced.

I liked things when they stayed the same, frozen at that state.

 

What happened if there was change?

 

Hatred and stress hit me whenever change had to occur.

I hated growing up so suddenly, so quickly. I didn't like feeling that way.

I didn't like that sudden change from happiness to sadness.

My insides deteriorated overtime unable to express how I felt.

Soon after I realized I had to grow up and leave my parents' arms and embrace.

 

Change did this.

 

That feeling of being scared and away from my comfortable surroundings.

It was the exact feeling of when I was young and lost without the sight of my mother.

I couldn't change. I wouldn't change. I should change.

At last, here I stand before the world.

My fears seem to disappear as I get the courage to accept my changing surroundings.

I begin to like change as I step forward each time toward the beginning of my future.

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