Humans. By nature, we should be one of the best creatures on earth for adaptation. All living things, in fact, possess the propensity to change in accordance to unfamiliar challenges. If I was Darwin, I'd propose a precedence of this in human evolution from monkey to man. But I'm not Darwin. So the example I'll raise is a recent orientation of mine.
Speaking on the brighter side, it was a breath of fresh air after 4 years of conformity. On the not so bright side though, it was one of the biggest socially and emotionally adversities that I had to get past. Of course, making friends - ones who perhaps shared the same grievances - provided me with some sort of solidarity which made it easier to keep on moving. It was short but that period of time meant more to me than the four years I've spent cooped up in secondary school. I felt like I was strangely getting used to this new social part of me. I was getting comfortable with the idea that I may have to spend the unforeseeable future with these new people.
Which might've been why the fall from having the rug pulled under me was all the more painful. All good things never last. Once again, new scenario. New people. New problem. Is this how my life is going to be? A cycle of meeting new people, growing close to them and then getting that bond severed by the cruel blade of time?
In Chinese, there's a line: 剪不断，理还乱，是离愁，别是一般滋味在心头。
Cut - still unsevered
Unravelled - still entangled
The sorrows of parting,
A strange taste that lingers in the heart.
Dear friends, let's not fight against time, for we're not its opponents.
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Non-FictionEvery writer has a world, this is my way of showing you mine. A collection of thoughts about life by some who's trying their best to love this world again. My journal of sorts.
