Change

It is believed that change is normal. Change is inevitable. Stagnation is abnormal, in fact, it is serious reason to worry. Change has to happen, whether we like it or not.

I have a love-hate affair with change. I love and hate it with equal measure. I embrace and spit at it at the same time. Moving from one thing to another is something I almost fight with. I can't live with change; I can't live without it either.

The worst thing about change is that it rips away the normal. It makes me feel uncomfortable, because it's in the unknown. Everything familiar goes, and I have to make what's new and strange familiar. Many times it's painful and confusing. It's almost like groping about in the dark, hoping it will all work out right.

As I move from change to change, I realized there are two types of changes: The good change, and the bad change.

The good change makes the heart beat faster. It's the change the heart always yearns for, the change we long for. It's like oxygen, it makes life much easier. Like taking a vacation. Or meeting the person of your dreams. Or finally getting admitted to a university (or getting the much-desired job). Such changes makes us jump out of our skins in jubilation, the world feels like the best place to be.

Then there is bad change. Change that breaks your heart. Change the makes life feel like such a burden. Like during a break-up. Or when a close friend moves. Or losing your job (one that you really, really love). These changes make you want to shut yourself out of this world. Everything suddenly becomes dark and almost pointless.

All in all, as time goes by, I realize I have to make the most out of it. Because, when all is said and done, change makes me better, stronger, wiser. It, in its own ways, moves me from one glory to another; from one level to another.