Change

I don't like it. It is hateful. It bothers me. It causes me pain.
It was slow and hurtful. It crept up into my life when I least expected it. And by the time I realised and tried to resist it, it was too strong. It was omnipresent. Everything around me was moving, adjusting, shifting to adapt to it.
And I was left fighting it. A losing battle which I intended to fight till my very last breathe...
Until, there came this whiff of adventure. This sudden thrill of fear. An adrenaline rush. Goosebumps and prickly hair at the back of my neck. A feeling which was familiar, yet something I had never felt before.
And I smiled. I dropped my weapons. And I surrendered.
A necessary evil, the fuel which keeps us all going through life. Chugging along. Like a ferry boat. Sometimes rising slowly, like a hot air balloon.
Change.
I don't like it. But I welcome it. I embrace it.
I need it.


Comments

  1. Khangra katiMarch 4, 2010 at 1:59 AM

    i love the hot air balloon imagery.....and one question ...
    do you really welcome it ?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Prianthi RoyMarch 4, 2010 at 11:11 PM

    No, but I've learnt to. I've had to.

    ReplyDelete

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