So (the title already gave it away! Rats.) today I had a good long talk with one of my bestest friends in the whole world.
I realised that I haven't been the bestest friend in the whole world, and that I'm also a bit of a hypocrite.
As 'A' mentioned in a previous post, sometimes the truth hurts, but I am so glad we had a good 'ol heart-to-heart. I heard some things that I needed to hear.
We've noticed that as life goes on (which it tends to do) people change.
We grow apart as we grow together. We lose friends, we make enemies.
But luckily, somewhere along the way, we become the person we were meant to be.
I'm not that person yet, but one day I will be.
We all have different ideas, different dreams and ambitions, different plans.
It's called diversity I guess.
When we are very young, we learn that the best way to be 'normal' is to be the same.
Sad how those two words are so often confused.
Society teaches us to be replicas of each other, but then they tell us to be someone different, someone unique.
When we realise what kind of future is ahead of us, and the choices we have to make, we suddenly change. Change ourselves into what we need to succeed.
It's so sad. But so... advanced.
Humans are so complex, it's almost intriguing.
It's amazing how the person you were when you were young is so different from the person you become, the person that you are. I see my own changes in my reflection.
And I'm not even done changing yet.
I'm scared for the future. I'm not going to lie.
I fear what I am, and what I have become.
I am a butterfly.
I am a chameleon.
I change to what I need.
I am a creature of adaptation.
But do you ever stop changing?
Is there a point when suddenly you stop?
What happens then?
I hate the idea of growing apart.
Moving away from my best friends in the whole world.
I'm scared of leaving, but I can't wait to go.
I want to be something.
I want to change the world.
I want to be something unique.
But there, deep inside lingers this self-destructive doubt.
I want to be free.
I want to run in slow motion through fields, under a dusk sky in the middle of August.
I want to fly and I want to run.
I want to skip and dance without a care in the world.
I'm thankful for long talks with best friends.
Deep thoughts.
And realisations.
Goodnight.
J
