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I have changed, and yet I am the same. Can a person truly change, yet still revert back to a time when even the most simplest of activities brought complete joy? At times, one would have been called imprudent being this tumultuous. What does one do when all the signs point to an unequivocal resolution, leaving the audience applauding, only for the actors to be left stranded on stage, with loneliness in their hearts. One's only option is to move on, adjusting, adapting in every situation. Until they undeniably cease the belief that one can truly change. We aren't born with knowledge. That is what we strive, yearn for. Should there be a messenger, who tells us where we belong from zero till four, or at any time during our lives, to put us on our path, we would be blessed. But, no messenger comes, and even if one were to remain hopeful for a quarter century, the broken system we live in, prevents us from ever realizing the future, no matter if we make it for ourselves or not. So often, choices are made abruptly and the consequences to follow undoubtedly make themselves known, at hard times. Can we avoid these consequences? Are they supossed to be avoided? Perhaps it is in the choices we make, no matter how small, our true paths appear, be those choices good, or bad. Even so, how can we know? Misery and guilt could be signs that indicate we've made the wrong choices, while happiness tells us that appropriate ones have been picked. An option yesterday may bring us happiness, but there is slight chance that that very same decision won't make us miserable in the future. I am faced with another choice now, a choice that I'd like to make so that I may be on the path that leads me to my grand audience. For now, I will leave you with that.