Metamorphosis

I think we are all in a constant state of change. People are always shifting and moving, and because we see ourselves day to day, we don't see what's different till we look back, not so far yet looking like another lifetime

It just doesn't look like another lifetime, remembering what it felt to be that person isn't the same. We aren't the people we were yesterday, we aren't the people we will be tomorrow. All we are is a transitional period. Always changing.

What does that mean then? It means life is mutable, and your expectations and the expectation of others are meant to be defied. I'm not the same person I was during that yesterday, I'm a new person. I always used to live a step behind myself. Clinging to an image of what my life should be. But now I understand that the image that I've burdened myself with is not me anymore. It's a shell of what was.

It's time to let go of all of that. I think I'm finally ready to forge my way forward, through the fog and the uncertainty so that I can live the life I'm meant to live. That life isn't carved in the comfort of familiar haunts and habits, but with the waters of change.

I think it's well past the time for my life to renew itself. After all, I think I'm renewed. Yet this is all a matter of timing when it comes down to it. I want to catch on to my new destiny. I simply hope I'm not too late.