Life can be such a pain in the ass. From the moment you're born, I suppose complacency is something you tend to want inherently. You get comfortable and things are just what you want, then change happens. Change. It's like a blessing and a curse. Sometimes its for the better, and others, for the worse. One thing is for sure, it's inevitable. You really can't exercise much control over it. The world changes, your life changes, the people around you change, you yourself, whether you want to or not, change.
Over time I've dealt with this in different ways. Some ways are productive and others not so much. Fear seems to be a common factor in witnessing and/or being a part of change though. I guess it's natural to be afraid of change. It takes away that complacency you develop, so that comfort factor is stripped away from you. There's often excitement as well, so I suppose that's a positive. It's still quite daunting most of the time when it happens. You really have only 2 choices though. Accept it, or don't.
I think this is where the toughest aspect of change happens. It's a two-fold problem. First, you have to decide if you accept the change or not. Will you go with the flow or will you fight. Is it worth fighting for/over? Second, you have to figure out and deal with the consequences of that choice you've made. Some want that change and others do not. Even when it's confined to a change(or not) of yourself, like a lifestyle change, boob job, or a career change, others will act differently. They'll make those choices themselves over the change you yourself just engaged and accepted/not accepted. It's a rotating conundrum of existentialism.
Why am I writing about this? To be honest and frank, I have no fucking clue. I just finished up with a psychiatrist appointment and they want me to blog more so here I am. It's on my mind so I'm writing about it. Post thoughts if you want, or don't. I posted mine so now I'm going back to playing some Cuphead with my son. Enjoy your day/night.
Over time I've dealt with this in different ways. Some ways are productive and others not so much. Fear seems to be a common factor in witnessing and/or being a part of change though. I guess it's natural to be afraid of change. It takes away that complacency you develop, so that comfort factor is stripped away from you. There's often excitement as well, so I suppose that's a positive. It's still quite daunting most of the time when it happens. You really have only 2 choices though. Accept it, or don't.
I think this is where the toughest aspect of change happens. It's a two-fold problem. First, you have to decide if you accept the change or not. Will you go with the flow or will you fight. Is it worth fighting for/over? Second, you have to figure out and deal with the consequences of that choice you've made. Some want that change and others do not. Even when it's confined to a change(or not) of yourself, like a lifestyle change, boob job, or a career change, others will act differently. They'll make those choices themselves over the change you yourself just engaged and accepted/not accepted. It's a rotating conundrum of existentialism.
Why am I writing about this? To be honest and frank, I have no fucking clue. I just finished up with a psychiatrist appointment and they want me to blog more so here I am. It's on my mind so I'm writing about it. Post thoughts if you want, or don't. I posted mine so now I'm going back to playing some Cuphead with my son. Enjoy your day/night.
