Change

One of the scariest things in this life, is the realization of the passing or the turning from one chapter in your story, to another. Except in this book, this book that is titled with your name on the front, when you go to flip the page, there is no chapter title, there are no words, and there is no bridge to lead you into the next scene. You simply either discover for your own, or you are forced to realize that the page needs to be turned, and this chapter of your life needs to be dotted with an ending.

The fear that lies in-between the minuscule length of a page within this book varies as the book progresses. Earlier chapters will transition slower, the introductions will be more difficult to construct, and the content will seem less appealing. And this is self-derived, as a defensive mechanism to the adversity and discomfort of change. As much as people claim they do not want a straight-edged life, a life of this sort is a comfortable one. A life of this sort is an easy one, comparable to a Dr. Seuss book. It may be filled with humor, love , wacky adventures, and clever misdoings . It will lead a large majority to a fulfilling life, and it will also force a large majority to accept that they are fulfilled, as their book has ended, and there is simply no room for any more words to fit between the flimsy, paper-backed bindings.

Change, however, the transition — the difficult and uncomfortable and mysterious transition into a blank page, is liberation. In turning this page, in truly moving on from a portion – a person – a mindset- a lifestyle – of your life, you are breaking free of the chains that were previously restricting you from advancing forward and progressing your story. Imagine a love story that begins with a man and his beloved girlfriend, and the woman moves on, and the man never does. He simply refuses to turn the page, he retains all pictures, he grasps onto to all memories for dear life, he refuses to let go, and that’s how the story ends.

This is no story, this is a tragedy. This is a timeline that is better fit to be placed in the eulogy of this man, as his soul died long before his heart stopped.

This is present in more than just love. This is present in those who never stop feeling sorry for themselves. Or in those who accept to believe they cannot change their body appearance, or in those who let fear prevent them from breaking off the beaten path. People who project their own issues onto others are terrified of change. The idea of facing their issues or the events in their life that have left them broken is absolutely terrifying. Why would I disrupt this Dr. Seuss, simple, childish wave that I’ve found myself hanging on to. I’m doing fine. I will ride this wave until the day I die. I will refuse to change any aspect of my story, because Chapter One — the introduction — is all anyone needs to read in order to understand the full meaning behind your existence.

All of you will read this last portion and you will feel sick. Because the idea of being stuck, the idea of being withdrawn of the power to change yourself, is destructive. Which is why I cannot express the importance of visualizing the dynamic aspects of our being as humans. Change is what has driven humanity as a whole to its peak of achievement, and change is what will lead you to the person you know you can become. Your best You already exists within you, it just takes the energy and the desire to truly want to change. Flip your page, continue your story. Every great book builds. Your past is a part of your story. Attempting to white out the words of your past will not result in a fulfilling story, you simply must write in a way in which the reader ( you ) can understand. Appreciate what has been etched onto your pages, and create something great with what you’ve experienced, who you’ve experienced with, and the person these experiences have influenced — not defined. Glossarys are found at the end of books. Here, definitions are defined as the writer intended, and at the end of your book, your final chapter should be dotted, stamped, and signed off with a smile, or a tear, or silence — anything but regret because you refused to face the fear of change.

 

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