Change in one’s life is inevitable . At some point, there’s a flex. Expected and unexpected.
Good,bad,beautiful,ugly,annoying,devastating, just something that changes your course, how you think,your mindset basically. Your way of life, how you relate to people, how you handle things, and a whole lot.
Seeing a reason for changes in your life may or may not happen. When there is no reason, when you can’t understand it, do yourself a favor-pick yourself up and move along. If there is a reason,understand and analyze. Sometimes it would not make any sense. But just pick yourself up. Picking one’s self could be the hardest thing to do because hey! It’s life. And it fucks us all.
Over the years , I’ve feared change, and also accepting change in various aspects of my life. Moving to another house, schooling in a state that’s 6 hours away with a different way of life, new relationships, friends going away, death of old friends, being unaccepted, being with people who think differently in a way that’s an insult, failed friendships with friends I had at home, crashed dreams , I’ve felt like I was wasting my time being in school and studying a science course ( I still feel like this ).
When I look back, I really don’t know how I made it this far. I guess I just chose to see the good side,I mean, I didn’t think I would survive 4years in that place, but here I am ,3years down. And I’m working and looking forward to a better future. I still think about it(cry even)even though at that time I had no control over it. Unexpected change. But we’re here. Moving. Fast sometimes, most times slowly because I have to remind myself to breathe. It’s not my fault . But just because it isn’t, doesn’t mean I can’t make it better. There’s good stuff that has happened too despite the bullshit. But I’m moving. Not going to stop moving. Till I’m where I want to be.
That’s my story. Yours may be worse,or even better. What matters is moving on, picking yourself up,building yourself, to a better you.
Moving on, accepting things, conquering mediocrity, breathing(most importantly) has made me get through the changes, the wave of life and challenges.
I decided to take it one step at a time.
Maybe change isn’t so bad after all.
I’m surviving. So would you.
I’ll get through it. You will too.
Maybe not at my pace, mine may not be as fast as yours.
But we’ll trust the process. We’re strong.
It could be hard accepting, but – we’ll take it one step at a time.
Till I see you,
Stay strong 💜