Change. It's Not A Bad Thing

Here I am sitting outside on this picnic table writing these very words. It's a cool day, typical fall weather. The leaves are starting to turn yellowish-red and it's almost as if you can finally breathe. It's this time of year where I start flashing back to the past and reflect on everything I did in the year. But instead of reflecting on myself, I started reflecting on others.

The world is loud. People say things that aren't meant to be said and some say things just for the hell of it. I look at all my peers and I don't see the same passion, and excitement in their eyes as are within mine. I see confusion and isolation, feeling that need of having to be wanted by someone. They feel isolated because they can no longer hide behind high school nights and football fights. They're afraid because they have to actually find themselves and in order to do that you have to know yourself, and well, they don't. See, they can deny it all they want but in order to achieve that happiness you have to put yourself out there. Be vulnerable, be brave. Because you can't live a life of pretending to be someone you aren't.

I know now that people tend to get stuck in the past. Let it go. I understand and I get it, but why torture yourself in frustration? What has happened, happened, accept that. There's no point in chasing what could've been, chase something or someone who is actually worthy of your time and energy, not someone who's going to neglect it. There's so much to look forward to when you are in the now, when you have released yourself from what held you back. I myself am trying to be in the now. I am trying to reinvent my writing. It's only natural to want change. To want to embark on something new. Sometimes I feel as if I'm repeating myself and I fear being a one-trick pony. I refuse. I am changing. And so are you.

It's fall. The leaves are changing. The tree's are dying. So what's wrong if we do too?