I have a love/hate relationship with change...

I love the spontaneity of it,
     but hate the suddenness.

I love how it takes no time at all,
     but hate that it takes all the time in the world.

I love how it lets you gain so much,
     but hate how much it takes away.

I love the feeling of getting older,
     but hate the feeling of being old.

I love the places it takes you to,
     but hate the places it takes you away from.

The excitement,
      the resentment.

The smiles,
                                      the tears.

The laughs,
                                                            the cries.

The hugs,
                                                                                the shoves.

And the opening,
                                                                                                           and the closing.



It is only but a part of life,
        but life itself is change.
                 Kind of like a square being a rectangle,
                             but a rectangle not being a square.

Will we ever not have a love/hate relationship?
                                                Guess we have to wait and see if it does indeed...

                                         **change....