Change: an exploration.
I wonder if "change" is so much a modification as it is an exploration. At what point in one's life does one undergo a massive exploration of themselves? It seems odd to compare one's self to those around her when she's comparing what she is like on the inside, to what others are like on the outside. Not a very realistic comparison. Do others feel the same, or is one simply "crazy?" Is it doing or feeling something others don't? If it is assume that everyone's at least a little bit mad. Should we worry about change? It seems inevitable so why bother? What are we changing towards? We can't fully comprehend it until we've reached the final product and know it for what it is. We can only hope it's for the better, and that others will understand what we are experiencing.