Change

Everywhere you look, you can see change. Trees that were once full of dark green leaves become various shades of orange and yellow, and eventually become leafless. Green lawns become white with snow and frost in the winter. In the spring, you’ll meet caterpillars, and if you keep them long enough (which I always used too, man I had so many pet caterpillars) they’ll become butterflies. Seeds become flowers, flowers wither and die, creating more seeds. Change in nature can be quite beautiful.

I hate, nigh, loathe change. When I think of change in my life, I don’t see a whole lot of good. I see lots of garbage and change from good to bad, but almost nothing the other way around. I see when I used to be on fire and my whole life was given over; now, I struggle to give over the littlest things and have nearly no fire. I used to have some super tight friends, but now it’s been years since I’ve spoken to/messaged any of them. Okay, okay, that’s years of change.

What started this rant of hatred? Reading “recorded lines that just will not erase”. Maybe not true, I could erase them if I wanted, but I don’t want to. I have nothing against the time or the things I’ve written (or were written to me), rather I want to go back to them. I want to go back to being “Mighty Fine”; I want to go back to “My sweet sweet Love, More gentle than a dove, More beautiful than a pearl, My Baby Girl” (forgive the bad poetry/song-writing). I want to go back to when this was so true it felt like nothing could change it. I thought, “Nothing’s gonna change my world,” but it turns out I was wrong. Change is all around us and it just so happens that no matter what we do or how much we want to, we’re all going to change either for the better or for the worse. I have a serious problem with missing time periods (I don’t blame me, “those were the best days of my life”). I’m sure there’s hope in the future, but I don’t see how it could be the same or as good as it used to be.

I just had to send this out for someone to read. Thanks for taking the time to listen.
P.S. I apologize if you don’t like that I used copyrighted lyrics that fit perfectly to what I was saying.