Sometimes it’s a good thing. Like changing seats if you sat next to a loud person. Or changing into comfy clothing after a long day of work.
But other times, change brings your world down. That’s the unfortunate part. I wish we could control what changes and what doesn’t.
Moving to another home, city or country is one of the most difficult changes. How can one leave all that they have known? The friendships I have made are priceless, the people who changed me for the better are golden, the opportunities are just surfacing…do I have to leave now?
I had it all planned out. What adventures my friends and I were going to have this summer, the places I would drive to with my new license, summer internships and volunteering. School next year was going to be even better. I was starting to enjoy school. I was just appointed to be the President of the Business club, I had internships lined up for me, big opportunities and connections with influential people to make a change to the way classes would look.
But then came the possibility of change. Planning was a mistake.
No amount of planning will kill the monster of change.
What can I do? I could look at change in a positive way and life will be okay, right? But what if the things that I will lose are greater than the good that change would bring?
Sometimes, change is inevitable…