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The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I'm not sure who the first person was who sait that. Probably Shakespeare, or maybe Sting, but at the moment it's the sentence that bests explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change.
I don't think I'm alone in this, the more I get to know people, the more i realise it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... it feels safe somehow, & if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar, because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you.. chances are it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status, choose the road already travelled & it doesn't seem that bad... not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone.. except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that... the kind of thing people wouldn't notice unless they looked really really close.. which thank goodness they never do.
But you notice it.... inside you that change feels like a world of difference, & you hope this is it... that this is the person you get to be forever.. that you'll never have to change again...
it's going to come...