Things Change

Sometimes fortunately and sometimes unfortunately. But things change.

Maybe they don't actually change per se, but your perspective on things change. It's like the whole fall from innocence. I see these things that I wish I could turn back from or rewind. I find myself hoping that things will be the way they used to be, when life was all about naps and snacks.

I wish that people wouldn't tell me things like: "you really shouldn't care that much", because the honest truth is that I do...and I care for a reason. Is that really so hard to believe? My priorities are the way they are for a reason. It's like telling the world that they "really shouldn't care that much" about all the atrocities going on because it's not happening to us directly.

Change is good I guess. But sometimes it's like you're walking hand-in-hand with someone one moment and the next, there's a huge rift between the two of you and not matter how hard you try and beg and plead them to come over to your side, or even if you try to get over to them, it's impossible.


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I'm having that dream again. Where I keep trying to run, but I end up on my knees every time. I try to stand back up again and run, but I keep falling to my knees. I can't even walk anymore. My legs aren't strong enough to hold myself up. It doesn't hurt to fall, but it's so frustrating not to be able to get anywhere. It's probably my worst recurring dream.