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Vexations #3

We change. 
As the sun sets, as the annual rain extinguishes itself, and as years pass by, we evolve into human beings that we never predicted ourselves to be. Sometimes it's for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. This change is bound to occur, and it occurs ever so obliviously. It's a no-brainer that we all anticipate this change. However, when it does occur (mind you, in the most gradual way possible), it tends to affect the people around us more than anyone.
Change, universally, is considered to be a good thing. In all of life's drudgeries, a change in our environment is what keeps us going. The problem, however, lies in the fact that we have no clue as to when these changes in our surroundings change us

In the words of Max Ehrmann from his poem- Desiderata,

"and whatever your labors and aspirations, 
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace within your soul."

Our thoughts and deeds are reactions to the contradictory situations and roles Life throws at us.

Ideally, these should be in sync with our souls. The 'soul' is our deepest and truest self. Yet who we become is sometimes at odds with who we were meant to be.

For those who have read my last couple of posts- I know that I was eagerly looking forward to a change and my life did take a major overhaul. I'm happy for that. However, as I type in these words, I realize how many people have been affected by this change in me. I've lost friends, people who I loved and I've also somewhat distanced myself from my family members. It doesn't feel good anymore. I've been through a change, and I know what its consequences are like. 


The reason why I am writing this post at 2.30 A.M. is that a couple of my friends are changing into these people who I fail to recognize. Quite obviously, they can't really feel it, but I can. I've tried enough to not let it hurt myself, but I fail every time.

They're shunning me away, and all I can do is watch them change.
Peace.



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