


a moment in the life...
To out yourself with a relative on text isn’t so bad after all, especially if she already has some inkling of who you really are. But this is the slightest of changes. Changes that everyone goes through and have to deal with.
Looking back, I’ve gone through a lot of changes and with them, a lot of dealings. Lives have enriched me and deaths have challenged me. Changes in relationships, in intimacies, continue to mold me and even shake me. Wants and desires differ too, even while you search for who you really are. There are certain rights in being wrong but there are no truths in being false.
Everyone says that every human is resistant to change. It’s this momentum we build up on things that have become constant that comes to an abrupt halt that damages us so much. Friction was never meant for satisfaction in life but eventually we have to wipe off the skid marks to make things easier for us to at least look at. Eventually we’ll all learn to live with the changes around us.
The harder part is when changes happen to different people that you deeply care for. It’s lighter when you all experience the same event but when it differs from person to person, it tears you up. You’d want to know how to deal with it. You’d want to know what is too much. You’d want to do something but present situations, or even the future restrictions just can’t give you some leeway.
When distance comes into play, anxiety shoots up. But then again you would learn to accept things that you can’t control. Maybe I’ve given up some part of me for the temporary to ease things up but you know it won’t be worth the longest while.
Denial really is the first step to accepting things. And then you rationalize until you can’t rationalize anymore, until you’re too tired to. Grieving usually comes next until you again get tired. Then logic comes into play and it reminds you that you are in the present and the future waits for your decisions now. A fast car would take you somewhere only if you have the directions. Any direction would do as long as there’s movement. You’d eventually find your way to somewhere brighter. Or maybe you’ll find your way to somewhere in the past but this time things simply are better. Things could be improved, especially when the best weren’t given already.
Maybe change is the meaning of life.