Change

Any one who knows me well knows that I'm not the biggest fan of change. I'd be happy if life could have frozen at somepoint and just stayed the same. I hate when people leave or when I have to start new things. Yet life keeps changing around me and I can't stop it. I do my best to adapt and deal with things as they come, but sometimes I feel like just running away and hiding somewhere. Friends come and go, jobs come and go, life moves on no matter what happens to us. The sun rises tomarrow even when it feels like the end of the world to us. I have had my share of sorrow and pain, as well as happiness and pleasure, but it all becomes memories. Today becomes yesterday as tommorow stays just out of our reach. All of what I know today may be gone or differant soon. I hate that. Soon I need to start looking for a new job. I hate that. But I guess I'll do what I have to. That's life, and life hates me. Don't get me wrong, sometimes things change for the better. My Jamacian coming home, the small unexpected amount of time I had with the Demon, not being fired, these were all good things. But all too often life goes in the sh*tter. I hate funerals and have had to go to far to many. I hate goodbyes and have too many of them too. Life keeps moving. But I'm also a stubborn pain in the a** and am doing my best to stand still.