"Change is the only thing that's constant" was what my high school teacher used to say.
And as much as I hate changes, this is one truth that I need to accept every once in a while and it's still so hard hitting that it never fails to surprise me.
Nope, it's more like shoving it down my throat. I literally swallow hard and hope it's not painful right in the mediastinum.
The battles in your head will die a slow death if you don't keep rekindling the fire. But then again, which is better? Blissful oblivion or Battling on? I'll never know. Because I keep battling forever for the blissful oblivion that, I guess, is hiding just around the corner. But, I fear that if I forget to honk my car, I'll get hit by another once I turn. I never take corners.
Now, change is something that has always seemed better after a good while has passed by. But sudden drops is not what I signed up for. And that is all I get. That is all you get. And slow change means slow death. But the worst impact is left by sudden ones- rot daily.
In your head.
Shove it away.
Think it back.
Shove it away.
Replay it.
Meet a dead end.
Helplessness.
Shove it away.
And let the hours pass by.
Then your mood changes.
Your thoughts change.
You change.
You change everyday.
Change to something else and change back to what you were hours or minutes ago.
And just be different again.
Entirely new.
A side you didn't know existed.
Isn't this beautiful?
Human brain can adapt.
It keeps contradicting itself.
Truths of the moment change with time.
I'm not the person I was a few days ago.
My thoughts change.
And right when a calm washes over me
And I'm at peace
Even if for a while
Even after avoiding corners
I know that this is what I'm battling for
For the rest of my time
And it's these few seconds
Which will help me get through
And over all of my mistakes
And I'll be just me, if not the best of me.
I'm not striving for the best, anyway.
I'm just striving hard to be me.
All the way through.
