THE COMPLEX NATURE OF CHANGE
Change is a peculiar thing. My whole life I've been known to have the opinion of hate towards change. I am inclined however to call myself a liar because I change the color of my hair roughly every six weeks. I've changed my style, my career path, my boyfriends, my friends, my home, my lifestyle, I feel as though I've changed everything and I enjoyed it all. Yet, I still claim I hate the idea of change when asked. Why? Why hate change when I love the changes? Well I believe change comes in two forms:
1. The changes I choose (or at least feel like I'm choosing) to make.
2. The change that happens regardless of my feelings.
When I was a kid I hated when I would come home from school and my Ma had rearranged the living room. It felt different, uncomfortable, and I missed the way it had been. I hate every time I move to a new apartment, I even dislike when my friends move to new apartments. I always stand inside the empty walls and take a good look around, wondering if I'll always remember the smell of the fire place, the laughs upon the couches, the shots in the kitchen. People I believe are often wrapped up in the excitement of the new adventure that they forget to appreciate what will soon be their past and then in a blink of an eye, everything changes.
It's interesting to me the idea that I'm forever changing, that you're forever changing, and the world is forever changing along with us. Being only in control of so much change, I've just learned to reflect, to take mental photographs, to hold onto the memories throughout the changes, the good and the bad. After all, how can we tell which direction to go if we forget where we came from?