You know what people don’t like: it’s change.

They don’t like to change.

Some will tell you that they are open-minded, will listen, try to understand, see things from your perspective or someone else’s, but in the end, their ears were not really receptive and they hadn’t planned on changing anything about themselves.

It’s thought that alternate views can or will alter and perfect that which makes up a person—their thoughts, dreams, opinions, emotions, preferences, language, routine, ways of seeing the world, etc.—and for quite some time, tried to believe that it would, but consistent disappointment can do something to a person.

The realization that mankind is stubborn, close-minded, manipulated, bruised, crying, but always seeking. The enlightenment of being changed by something never thought to have that effect. The persistence of wanting to not feel alone when it seems to be usual.

And then, that glimmer of a heart, that touch of sincerity, that conclusion of “that’s how it is.”

That lesson that continues to resurface and that idea that swims circles in the mind; that renewed hope in existing and that softening tenderness of heart.

What is life about? What are the little moments collected for? Why do our moods save for a change in the weather? Who shall we grant our thoughts and souls to?