Nothing is definite.
Not a state of mind, not a feeling, an emotion, a phase, an occurance. Not you, not me –
most certainly not me.
As much as we like to think we’re in control of what makes us who we are, and that those things are just gonna stick there to infinity, because, obviously, we are complete beings of nature (please read the last bit of this sentence as ironically as possible) – we, just like everything else out there, are in constant state of change. Our opinions, tastes, preferances, plans, habits, stuff we were a hundred percent sure of, or even the people we surround ourselves with (I mean, some may stay, but they are constantly changing too), it all changes.
It’s not that we are necesseraly changing for the worse or for the better; we are just… changing. And change is important. It opens one’s horizons, it brings different perspectives, possibilities, a sense of freshness, new beginnings, sometimes even closure. It twist things up, makes life more interesting.
To me, change means I’ll never be done – there’ll always be an alternative path waiting to be explored. It also means that I’ll always be discovering something new about myself, and that I’ll get to laugh at my past outfit choices for the rest of my life. It means that I jugde people a lot less whenever I realise none of us is a hundred percent one thing, and we have all got way too many different aspects within ourselves.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: it gets confusing at times, and you might find yourself contradicting. It might be somethig minor, or it might be something major, but whatever it may be, allow it to flow, to grow; go with it.
Yes, I might have once said that I’d never put ketchup on my pizza, but today I do. And guess what? It’s freaking glorious.
Ps: take that metaphor as you wish, and, as always, hit me up with your thoughts!