The other day I was sifting through my purse when I found all the leftover change I had from Spain last year. It was all sitting there in a pouch and probably weighed about 2 pounds all together, and I thought to myself, "have I really been carrying around about 2 pounds in change for a year?". Of course I had switched up purses throughout the year but this was my main go-to when I was rushing out the door. As I dumped out the change onto my bed and heard them cling together I began to think of this change. I had a couple of 2 euros coins and some 1 euros and then mainly some left over "pennies" as we'd call them. Did I really skip over all this and not see this change? Then this got me thinking about realistic change, as in people changing. Once this happened I dug deep into my soul to find what I've been holding onto in my head just like I had been holding onto in this purse, a weight of what had been carrying me down and must get out. I finally emptied the change out of my purse, but as for my head I'm not sure how to go about that yet. I figured this might be a good start.
Why do people think change is so good? And why is it that most of the people who should change, never do, and the people who shouldn't change, always do? I'll never quite understand these reasonings, but I guess that's another one of life's beautiful mysteries. I've recently gone through an experience where the people you care most about in life tend to change and not in a good way. It just tends to make me think, where did I go wrong to make that person think they weren't good enough the way they were? And they may think they're changing for the better when in reality, it's so much worse than that. Yet the people who have always been told they need to change their ways, tend to stick to it and keep acting the same way in which may hurt others or turn people off. Who knows why this happens, all I can say is I'm not much of a fan of change in general.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes change can be good. Change such as moving to a new city, a change in hair color, change in style, or even change in lifestyle. The one part that bugs me the most is that drastic change that totally sweeps you off your feet, and not the good kind of sweeping. Maybe I'm just babbling or maybe I'm not making any sense, but in my head it's coming out perfectly. And this is what is helping me clear my mind, I'm beginning to realize things will happen and people will change, and there's nothing I can do about that. I guess for now I'll just hold on to whatever there is left of them and enjoy it until they're gone completely. As much as I love them, if it's what they feel is the right thing to do in their life and will make them happy, I must support... as much as it's killing me to see them do it, I will always love them.
xo,
Dirt City