We spent so much time thinking of the perfect life, the perfect moment, the perfect dream and everything as long as it has perfect in it. Well, it is nothing but a crumpled, cracked faded old building covered by the most vivid and dazzling facade.
Change it seems is so inevitable. We are the being of change. We grow, we live, we breathe in change. Every second, the Earth is never in the same place as before, every minute the Sun throws yet another light born in it completely different from all the other light ever thrown in this place since the beginning of time, every hour the weather is not the same as before; the cold of the winter is replaced by a warm almost enveloping air moving swiftly towards summer. Change is everywhere. It is the single most rule through which reality must sustain. It seems than it must be the easiest thing in the world. As easy as breathing or thinking or dreaming about the past. But it is quite contrary. The prospect of change is the most difficult thing and can scare anyone. Change is what I fear the most, change in my ideals and the reality that only yesterday I thought to be true. It lies ahead like a long road leading home, the only distance of which can scare anyone. But it is better to be hurt and left alone rather than to be caressed and loved by a lie. Truth is what I'd choose rather than living in the luxurious life of Ignorance. I will rather have my heart exposed to rain, storms, the winds that blow in the evenings of winter or the scorching heat of summer rather than to have it enveloped and propped up in thick layers of lies. This is what I choose to believe and maybe, this realization is the only thing that make change bearable.
