… is change.

Isn’t it strange how things change.

Sometimes quickly, sometimes unpredictably, sometimes anticipated, and sometimes you even know things are changing but refuse to realize it. Holding on to things and being angry about things that you cannot change is something that I’ve tried to teach myself to never, ever do. Not saying that there never are tears, sadness and a feeling of hopelessness, but I am a true believer that everything happens for a reason. And though it never really makes sense at the time, it’s somewhat of a comfort to know that there is a reason for it all.

Currently, I’m not complaining about the sea-salty breeze outside my window, the butterflies in my stomach and that incredible sense of living on a blank canvas.

Weird, I know.

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