Change is necessary.
Right?
Change is a good thing?
Right?
Change is
Scary and confusing.
Change scares the hell out of me.
Change leaves me in a state of frustration.
Change can heal the soul and tear it apart.
Leaving little pieces scattered about.
But I must think of little caterpillars that turn into beautiful butterflies.
Change is necessary.
These are my thoughts from my morning commute. The city was tearing down a house I have passed by thousands of times. It was a landmark on my life path and now it is gone. Will the memories associated with that house be ripped from me as well?